excavate my heart
my ribs feel like their on the surface.
just pinch my skin apart
but don’t dive in without a purpose.
pluck the pins from my chart
I want your touch to make me nervous.
with a sudden start
make my soul your home
but be careful with my heart.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
excavate my heart
my ribs feel like their on the surface.
just pinch my skin apart
but don’t dive in without a purpose.
pluck the pins from my chart
I want your touch to make me nervous.
with a sudden start
make my soul your home
but be careful with my heart.
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