nuances. paper flights. deliriums.
you could buy loneliness in a bottle
of wine, and i'd draw a map
of this world on your hands.
i've got a past like a shadow
that follows me around in my head.
brown eyes. tambourines. broken bells.
like your voice in my ears, and they snap
at the sound of glass hitting the floor,
that spills liquid all over me, soaking me
in your intoxicating sadness.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
nuances. paper flights. deliriums.
you could buy loneliness in a bottle
of wine, and i'd draw a map
of this world on your hands.
i've got a past like a shadow
that follows me around in my head.
brown eyes. tambourines. broken bells.
like your voice in my ears, and they snap
at the sound of glass hitting the floor,
that spills liquid all over me, soaking me
in your intoxicating sadness.
