Oh, sweet lithe creature!
You radiate light
And warmth
And a playful arrogance, harmless rebellion
Your smell is clay and moss,
Cigarette and cologne and Society
We burn burn burn through the night
And share sweet desire and bitter coffee
But you turn on your heels
And go. Go!
When I see you again we'll be ghosts
I'll blush and you'll tell me something dry
I'll want you to wrap me in your arms,
To feel your breath on my neck again.
"I'm sorry. Take care of yourself, Cailey."
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
Oh, sweet lithe creature!
You radiate light
And warmth
And a playful arrogance, harmless rebellion
Your smell is clay and moss,
Cigarette and cologne and Society
We burn burn burn through the night
And share sweet desire and bitter coffee
But you turn on your heels
And go. Go!
When I see you again we'll be ghosts
I'll blush and you'll tell me something dry
I'll want you to wrap me in your arms,
To feel your breath on my neck again.
"I'm sorry. Take care of yourself, Cailey."
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