I.
not daily
yet
tucked in safely, i'll think of
your thin hands tarnished by the gleam
of something that isn't mine
i know sometimes you wish it's scent were
my skin
of my thoughts
of my irking admiration
a badge; one you'll never wear
'cause you ****** it up, buddy
i hope her gawking mouth makes you feel adequate
that you're safe. deluded
her touch is the one that saves you
and makes you feel complete
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
I.
not daily
yet
tucked in safely, i'll think of
your thin hands tarnished by the gleam
of something that isn't mine
i know sometimes you wish it's scent were
my skin
of my thoughts
of my irking admiration
a badge; one you'll never wear
'cause you ****** it up, buddy
i hope her gawking mouth makes you feel adequate
that you're safe. deluded
her touch is the one that saves you
and makes you feel complete
