Our lips are silver linings and the fingers we bounded
to one another are no longer infatuated with friction.
We have rubbed the wrong ways, walked towards roads we
have stopped at more than once.
Our tongues have tasted skins and open wounds;;
but never did we tell the story of a healing scar.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
Our lips are silver linings and the fingers we bounded
to one another are no longer infatuated with friction.
We have rubbed the wrong ways, walked towards roads we
have stopped at more than once.
Our tongues have tasted skins and open wounds;;
but never did we tell the story of a healing scar.
