rims of golden curls
hover above your head
while chesnut spaghetti strands
coat mine instead
underwater your eyes are crystalline
like a true blue green i've never seen
but mine fade from brown to black
never once emitting a gleam
your shirts smell like fabric softener and cigarettes
which i often smell outside
and everything we've ever done
crashes into my mind like a riptide
do you see what i see when i look at you?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
rims of golden curls
hover above your head
while chesnut spaghetti strands
coat mine instead
underwater your eyes are crystalline
like a true blue green i've never seen
but mine fade from brown to black
never once emitting a gleam
your shirts smell like fabric softener and cigarettes
which i often smell outside
and everything we've ever done
crashes into my mind like a riptide
do you see what i see when i look at you?
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