I am forever mismatching socks so you can always remove them by the waistline of your silhouette,
Lighting dinner candles in bottles that are empty from the lover who drained me in a mix of crushed ice and deceit.
They burn as I distill in you,
Matches waiting for the day you no longer need convincing.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
I am forever mismatching socks so you can always remove them by the waistline of your silhouette,
Lighting dinner candles in bottles that are empty from the lover who drained me in a mix of crushed ice and deceit.
They burn as I distill in you,
Matches waiting for the day you no longer need convincing.
