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my sunday best.

i am a wishful thinker i make wishes on bones that are not necessarily wishbones break me in two and place a bet on my better half i'd try & come true if you wanted yeah, i can be selfless like that but in my head, i am so selfish selfish enough to wanna share my bed with you you, with the bright spark eyes and the catherine wheel heart i wanna make you dizzy i'm not a firework but give me a chance to explode i'll show you all the colours under my skin swim through my blue veins and turn them white with your library smile climb to my highest tower and breathe in my clouds that doesn't make sense i often don't make sense i wanna make sense out of every corner of your body i want to wear your frame like a tailored suit 'cause around you my sunday best is wearing nothing at all but your lips & my sheets i often sing songs for you into my pillowcase in the middle of the night this bed is the arena of me & you i'm often echoing in an empty room but once in a while i hear you knocking on the door i always let you in.
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Sep 30, 2013
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