Sometimes you walk on concrete and feel like you're floating on clouds and
that's never such a bad thing until you realize that you have flowers growing out of your ribcage, yet
you have so much potential to start an earthquake.
Honest to God it does not need to turn out like this darling
the snow has not even melted yet,
just wait until morning to think it over.
And if you decide to walk away from me I would scream
your name so far and so loud
my lungs would practically burn out in seconds.
But unfortunately,
I am fragile I am delicate I am much too weak
to start an earthquake,
who am I kidding I could not even make a bolt of lightning strike no matter how hard I tried.

I always did love the way you said my name or the way you used to trace my bare spine and I just need to let you know
Even the way you used to look at me
knocks me the **** out.

*-andrea