Camel Blues protruding from the right hip pocket
Of your too-tight skinny jeans
Containing the gracefullest legs
You're a tower.
You've left your mark on me
In more ways than one
And I fell to pieces, leaking colors through the cracks
Like none I'd known were there
But you aren't going to pull me close again
Or run your knowledgeable hands
Over my worn-cotton white skin,
Alas.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
Camel Blues protruding from the right hip pocket
Of your too-tight skinny jeans
Containing the gracefullest legs
You're a tower.
You've left your mark on me
In more ways than one
And I fell to pieces, leaking colors through the cracks
Like none I'd known were there
But you aren't going to pull me close again
Or run your knowledgeable hands
Over my worn-cotton white skin,
Alas.
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