the clock doesn't move
on these sort of nights
when the yearning
to be in your arms
is the strongest
my arms are buried
in the lime green sleeves
of the shirt that smells
of your skin
my skin turns the purple-yellow
of your affections
my affections for you
are bottomless
bottomless thoughts of you
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
the clock doesn't move
on these sort of nights
when the yearning
to be in your arms
is the strongest
my arms are buried
in the lime green sleeves
of the shirt that smells
of your skin
my skin turns the purple-yellow
of your affections
my affections for you
are bottomless
bottomless thoughts of you
02/07/2015
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