She wore flowers in her hair
And anger in her eyes
Had a strong hate for her father
And thought birthdays were stupid
He memorized every notch in her spine
And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers
Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles,
Became his new favorite hobby
Tattoos adorned his arms
Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter
He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes
The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided
She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars,
And was responsible for the moon
Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there
Swimming through her bloodstream
He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her
For she was his Abigail Williams
And she always said,
"God damns all liars"
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
She wore flowers in her hair
And anger in her eyes
Had a strong hate for her father
And thought birthdays were stupid
He memorized every notch in her spine
And made a home for himself in the gaps between her fingers
Playing dot-to-dot with her freckles,
Became his new favorite hobby
Tattoos adorned his arms
Expressing himself in ways words never could, for ink could not stutter
He smoked too many cigarettes, and gazed at her through hooded eyes
The kind that could only be found in the depths of the alleyways you avoided
She looked at him as if he had hand selected the stars,
And was responsible for the moon
Right next to her love for the Rolling Stones, he was there
Swimming through her bloodstream
He had deceived himself into believing he did not love her
For she was his Abigail Williams
And she always said,
"God damns all liars"
