Baby eyes, porcelain minds
To my flesh, your memories bind
Of how your lips, your lips so sweet
So softly, with my neck they meet
And your body, pressed to me
The puzzle piece, how I see
And your breath, that bitter smoke
My sombre pretty heart, that you broke
Is this love, your tainted question?
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
Baby eyes, porcelain minds
To my flesh, your memories bind
Of how your lips, your lips so sweet
So softly, with my neck they meet
And your body, pressed to me
The puzzle piece, how I see
And your breath, that bitter smoke
My sombre pretty heart, that you broke
Is this love, your tainted question?