Tiptoe around the edges of my heart all you want, but don't fall in, for the forrest stitched together by the threads of my veins is still burning.
Scatter my bones and scar my skin with beautiful words, but if you dip your fingertips in my unhealed wounds, prepare to drown in a pool of sorrow.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Tiptoe around the edges of my heart all you want, but don't fall in, for the forrest stitched together by the threads of my veins is still burning.
Scatter my bones and scar my skin with beautiful words, but if you dip your fingertips in my unhealed wounds, prepare to drown in a pool of sorrow.
