Apr 2013
i wish i could hold all your freckles
in the palm of my hand,
(sprinkle them across my body
and drown in them slowly,)
so i could carry a piece of you
with me, always.
in the palm of my hand,
(sprinkle them across my body
and drown in them slowly,)
so i could carry a piece of you
with me, always.
&i; don't think the title will make any sense in relation to the poem
unless you are me. so disregard it. c:
unless you are me. so disregard it. c:
