The way that your skin pulls across your bones,
doors holding that skeleton inside your closet,
the color of the sky early in the morning,
eyes like the ocean before a storm.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
The way that your skin pulls across your bones,
doors holding that skeleton inside your closet,
the color of the sky early in the morning,
eyes like the ocean before a storm.
i wrote this when i was falling out of love
