Fingertips and everlasting
Gaze
Following the scattered lines
Which make up the maps
And the roads
And the veins in our melting
Hearts.
Slowly dripping-
Like candle wax
Peeling from skin,
Smooth and lovely
With the scent of
A million rose petals
Floating in the lines
Which make up the
Rivers
On the maps
Of our world.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Fingertips and everlasting
Gaze
Following the scattered lines
Which make up the maps
And the roads
And the veins in our melting
Hearts.
Slowly dripping-
Like candle wax
Peeling from skin,
Smooth and lovely
With the scent of
A million rose petals
Floating in the lines
Which make up the
Rivers
On the maps
Of our world.
