Feb 2014
his fingers dance across
my shoulder blades and down
my arm until they reach my
hands, where they trace patterns
on my palm
you're safe with me, i
swear, he says
and i believe him
my shoulder blades and down
my arm until they reach my
hands, where they trace patterns
on my palm
you're safe with me, i
swear, he says
and i believe him
[ or piano notes you used to play?
whatever it may be, you are filling the
holes in me with something
beautiful that i cannot explain ]
whatever it may be, you are filling the
holes in me with something
beautiful that i cannot explain ]
