Her clavicle found me weak
Surrendered aside my confidence
Melting into each curve
Found under the sheets
We fell hard into tomorrow
Missing pieces of ourselves
Writing history in the dark
Telling stories about god
And freedom
Two things being discovered
In the gold rush of sleep in our eyes
Fixated upon allocated perfection
Her body spoke to mine
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Her clavicle found me weak
Surrendered aside my confidence
Melting into each curve
Found under the sheets
We fell hard into tomorrow
Missing pieces of ourselves
Writing history in the dark
Telling stories about god
And freedom
Two things being discovered
In the gold rush of sleep in our eyes
Fixated upon allocated perfection
Her body spoke to mine
