you like to come
and soothe my wounds
caress my skin, as
my shirt comes undone
. . .
you like to leave
without a trace
my heart ripped from my chest
tied to your shoelace
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
you like to come
and soothe my wounds
caress my skin, as
my shirt comes undone
. . .
you like to leave
without a trace
my heart ripped from my chest
tied to your shoelace