d i s t a n c e
the cruel word that grazes through my lips,
what makes my eyes sore when thoughts of it drip through my mind.
thoughts of you and I separated through oceans,
wishing that its tide were your arms so you could pull me back to you.
to your arms that I call my home,
to your eyes were I seek refuge,
to your lips where I tasted love and where you would plant kisses on me
and I'd wait for them to blossom to the future of me and you.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
d i s t a n c e
the cruel word that grazes through my lips,
what makes my eyes sore when thoughts of it drip through my mind.
thoughts of you and I separated through oceans,
wishing that its tide were your arms so you could pull me back to you.
to your arms that I call my home,
to your eyes were I seek refuge,
to your lips where I tasted love and where you would plant kisses on me
and I'd wait for them to blossom to the future of me and you.
Jake xo
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