Apr 2014
I want to see the mistakes spilled across your arms
To kiss your hands and remember each perfect flaw
So that in the morning I can remind you
That you are more than the blood on the floor
More than the tangles in your hair and the mascara on your pillow
More than your eyes will ever dare to tell.
To kiss your hands and remember each perfect flaw
So that in the morning I can remind you
That you are more than the blood on the floor
More than the tangles in your hair and the mascara on your pillow
More than your eyes will ever dare to tell.
quick something i wrote months ago after sleeping over at my (ex) girlfriend's house. not a fan of the last line but oh well
