Oh how our imperfections make us perfect for each other.
She held me and said “It’s about you, and you are I”
Grip tightened, bones creaking.
… “You’re insane”
And you’re a genius.
A kiss planted,
I caved into her chest and let the waves cradle me, bring me in.
A kiss planted,
On the grounds of untouched land.
Sinking… Euphoria?
Sinking nonetheless.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Oh how our imperfections make us perfect for each other.
She held me and said “It’s about you, and you are I”
Grip tightened, bones creaking.
… “You’re insane”
And you’re a genius.
A kiss planted,
I caved into her chest and let the waves cradle me, bring me in.
A kiss planted,
On the grounds of untouched land.
Sinking… Euphoria?
Sinking nonetheless.
