The sky is too loud,
my music too bright,
my words too salty.
I'd really like to curl
myself into you and
drown in your smell.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
The sky is too loud,
my music too bright,
my words too salty.
I'd really like to curl
myself into you and
drown in your smell.
For B.H., and also, somehow simultaneously, G.L.
