oh, oh,
you,
you made flowers grow in my lungs
-sweetheart, they’re so lovely,
but i cannot breathe.
ruby shards pierce my ears,
clear as glass, sharp as blades,
and you,
oh you,
are oceans away.
empty mornings,
late night smokes
-who i am i kidding
all i do is watch the clouds,
while you,
you,
are adrift.
i got the good side of things,
let your own heart bleed gold,
as i left in a tornado
of roses intertwined with a
soft musical song.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
oh, oh,
you,
you made flowers grow in my lungs
-sweetheart, they’re so lovely,
but i cannot breathe.
ruby shards pierce my ears,
clear as glass, sharp as blades,
and you,
oh you,
are oceans away.
empty mornings,
late night smokes
-who i am i kidding
all i do is watch the clouds,
while you,
you,
are adrift.
i got the good side of things,
let your own heart bleed gold,
as i left in a tornado
of roses intertwined with a
soft musical song.
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