a minute ache:
stand me up, in this dark,
in the door,
pour me out, trace out light lines,
was i ever so divine as
my eyes, when lain upon you?
turn me round, all
i want to steal
is beating inside your chest;
of all the worst ideas,
you're winning so far, so
tie me up,
babydoll.
I can
run away faster than
you can, but I
won't move
if you
say
not
to
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC
a minute ache:
stand me up, in this dark,
in the door,
pour me out, trace out light lines,
was i ever so divine as
my eyes, when lain upon you?
turn me round, all
i want to steal
is beating inside your chest;
of all the worst ideas,
you're winning so far, so
tie me up,
babydoll.
I can
run away faster than
you can, but I
won't move
if you
say
not
to
tear me apart. like you haven't, already.
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