i
she
ripped her
satin gloves
apart till
the lace
and thread
spilt down
her lap
edging towards
the ground
falling as
soft
as a breath
of air.
ii
breathe
life into
the darkest
corners
of your highway
head.
iii
you tell me
"jump,
you will fall
you will hurt
but the time
you spend
clutching at
suspended
air
is worth
the bleeding
and torn
bundle
of skin
you
become."
iv
cross my
heart an
d hope t
o die tha
t i don't l
isten to y
our endl
ess cries
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
i
she
ripped her
satin gloves
apart till
the lace
and thread
spilt down
her lap
edging towards
the ground
falling as
soft
as a breath
of air.
ii
breathe
life into
the darkest
corners
of your highway
head.
iii
you tell me
"jump,
you will fall
you will hurt
but the time
you spend
clutching at
suspended
air
is worth
the bleeding
and torn
bundle
of skin
you
become."
iv
cross my
heart an
d hope t
o die tha
t i don't l
isten to y
our endl
ess cries
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