Because,
He fell for the red on her cigarette,
Her breath on floating dandelions,
The eyelash on her cheek,
The stretchmarks on her thighs,
The little hairs on her belly,
The way her eyebrows don't perfectly match,
The way she loved dogs more than children,
The way she stares at tree leaves swaying.
He fell for her as a whole
Not the way others had before,
And she, did not care.
She constantly fell in the sea
Of arms, that has haunted
Since her eyes began to see lust.
Drowning endlessly,
Knowing he would send her a lifeboat.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Because,
He fell for the red on her cigarette,
Her breath on floating dandelions,
The eyelash on her cheek,
The stretchmarks on her thighs,
The little hairs on her belly,
The way her eyebrows don't perfectly match,
The way she loved dogs more than children,
The way she stares at tree leaves swaying.
He fell for her as a whole
Not the way others had before,
And she, did not care.
She constantly fell in the sea
Of arms, that has haunted
Since her eyes began to see lust.
Drowning endlessly,
Knowing he would send her a lifeboat.
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