*His voice is like
marmalade and blue
jays , it can drown out
the sound of your
nervous bones and
mend broken chests
and hearts. She drowns
in the colours of him as
it washes away her every
sin. Being with him makes
her whole. To die next to
him will be indeed such a
heavenly way to go. Oh
for she was just one of
those lost homeless souls
until his warmth and love
built her a cozy home. If
she could crawl under his
skin and be cradled in his
rib cage like a child at night
, she would of done that
instead of sleeping next
to him wrapped up in his
dazzling arms of gold* ~
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
*His voice is like
marmalade and blue
jays , it can drown out
the sound of your
nervous bones and
mend broken chests
and hearts. She drowns
in the colours of him as
it washes away her every
sin. Being with him makes
her whole. To die next to
him will be indeed such a
heavenly way to go. Oh
for she was just one of
those lost homeless souls
until his warmth and love
built her a cozy home. If
she could crawl under his
skin and be cradled in his
rib cage like a child at night
, she would of done that
instead of sleeping next
to him wrapped up in his
dazzling arms of gold* ~
