I collect clouds
They belong to you
Chaotic and sprouting youth
Trying to make you love me
Come travel my spine
Drift into my dreams
My tattered fingers are the stems of peace
I'll be your anchor when you need
When I first saw your arctic eyes I was in disbelief
As a kaleidoscope thundered in my heart
Your anemic strips of hair disheveled and free
Your face a porclein ivory with lips I think I knew
As my tongue tangled inside my own
The very warmth of your words perforated my wind
I still envision your lips generous yet new
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
I collect clouds
They belong to you
Chaotic and sprouting youth
Trying to make you love me
Come travel my spine
Drift into my dreams
My tattered fingers are the stems of peace
I'll be your anchor when you need
When I first saw your arctic eyes I was in disbelief
As a kaleidoscope thundered in my heart
Your anemic strips of hair disheveled and free
Your face a porclein ivory with lips I think I knew
As my tongue tangled inside my own
The very warmth of your words perforated my wind
I still envision your lips generous yet new
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