The one
We don't know them, we try to touch them
Bones covered in flesh
Flesh covered in sheets
Crawling out of beds trying to find the one
Bones covered by fresh flesh
Strains of hair from heads from beds stretched on your bones
The lipstick marks of femmes burned on your neck
and the sound of moans ring your ears
Juice from a dumpster
In an alley
in a city,
leak as you sweat
You never loved me
now you are free to be
Do you realize these scars on my arms are permanent
I don't want to love you
But Your touch melts me and my heart is ice
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
The one
We don't know them, we try to touch them
Bones covered in flesh
Flesh covered in sheets
Crawling out of beds trying to find the one
Bones covered by fresh flesh
Strains of hair from heads from beds stretched on your bones
The lipstick marks of femmes burned on your neck
and the sound of moans ring your ears
Juice from a dumpster
In an alley
in a city,
leak as you sweat
You never loved me
now you are free to be
Do you realize these scars on my arms are permanent
I don't want to love you
But Your touch melts me and my heart is ice
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