My first love was a sappy, scary thing
That fell out of the sky,
Wingless—
A wingless bird made out of the painted
Smearing of his lips
And the soft grazing of his hands
Along my back
And the kisses that felt like stars
Across my chest.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
My first love was a sappy, scary thing
That fell out of the sky,
Wingless—
A wingless bird made out of the painted
Smearing of his lips
And the soft grazing of his hands
Along my back
And the kisses that felt like stars
Across my chest.
