My hearts a fickle thing,
Jumping to voracious dreams.
But i feel its beating in every cell i am made of,
As i remember the ghostly embodiment,
Of promises, heavy lids, feather soft touches, and kisses that crawl inside you and live in the empty spaces,
In my sleepy wondering,
Where you always find me.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
My hearts a fickle thing,
Jumping to voracious dreams.
But i feel its beating in every cell i am made of,
As i remember the ghostly embodiment,
Of promises, heavy lids, feather soft touches, and kisses that crawl inside you and live in the empty spaces,
In my sleepy wondering,
Where you always find me.
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