I am your favorite flavor of ice cream;
Melting.
Sliding down your fingers,
Dripping down your palm;
I am your favorite flavor of ice cream,
In a chocolate dipped waffle cone.
Dripping,
Falling,
Melting,
Slipping.
Kissing every inch of your skin I can reach;
Please do not wipe me away before I dance on your wrists,
Because no one ever showed you that scars can be beautiful.
I long to kiss your wrists because I know that no one ever has.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
I am your favorite flavor of ice cream;
Melting.
Sliding down your fingers,
Dripping down your palm;
I am your favorite flavor of ice cream,
In a chocolate dipped waffle cone.
Dripping,
Falling,
Melting,
Slipping.
Kissing every inch of your skin I can reach;
Please do not wipe me away before I dance on your wrists,
Because no one ever showed you that scars can be beautiful.
I long to kiss your wrists because I know that no one ever has.
