you were a too-many-words quote
scribbled in beauty
a splendid script onto my broken skin
your gritted ink bleeding through me
the stain tells everyone what it is on it's own
needs no introduction
staying permanently here with me
while you are not
They tell me it makes me look irresponsible to have it on me so plainly seen with
heart on my sleeve
broken and bleeding, still in your wolf jaws
they look, asking too-close questions with their eyes
I know how it feels, and I forgive you
love has made me a hungry thing too
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
you were a too-many-words quote
scribbled in beauty
a splendid script onto my broken skin
your gritted ink bleeding through me
the stain tells everyone what it is on it's own
needs no introduction
staying permanently here with me
while you are not
They tell me it makes me look irresponsible to have it on me so plainly seen with
heart on my sleeve
broken and bleeding, still in your wolf jaws
they look, asking too-close questions with their eyes
I know how it feels, and I forgive you
love has made me a hungry thing too
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