With your head pressed against my
Shoulder blade,
You're all I need to stay awake.
To feel your inhales,
My skin tingles with the slightest breath.
Exhale against my porcelain,
You are my wind.
I take you in.
I'll be the skeleton of your wings
So one day you can grow feathers
And fly me across lands, oceans, and
Heavens.
I'll breathe a song into your chirp
And give you the grace to glide
So you can open arms wide
And soar as a kite,
With me as your string so you can't get
Lost.
Trust me with eyes, I'll be your sight,
Below, above, and by your side.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 3:18 PM UTC
With your head pressed against my
Shoulder blade,
You're all I need to stay awake.
To feel your inhales,
My skin tingles with the slightest breath.
Exhale against my porcelain,
You are my wind.
I take you in.
I'll be the skeleton of your wings
So one day you can grow feathers
And fly me across lands, oceans, and
Heavens.
I'll breathe a song into your chirp
And give you the grace to glide
So you can open arms wide
And soar as a kite,
With me as your string so you can't get
Lost.
Trust me with eyes, I'll be your sight,
Below, above, and by your side.
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