So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body
So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak
So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body
So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak
So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated
