These days the colors of your voice paint time.
Minds bound together, but a frosty distance between.
Your soul dances fluently, a force I crave to absorb.
All I can do is breathe sounds into you while your arctic gaze unravels my deep makeup.
I revel in the acidic pain you've carelessly carved and I welcome it because nothing else exists.
I shake, I’m scared. I blush, I’m on fire.
You watch tranquilly as if amused by a child.
Seized by your enigma my purity transforms into treachery.
I laugh because I'm flying
You laugh because you know I’d let you do everything to me
and we both cry, because you just might.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
These days the colors of your voice paint time.
Minds bound together, but a frosty distance between.
Your soul dances fluently, a force I crave to absorb.
All I can do is breathe sounds into you while your arctic gaze unravels my deep makeup.
I revel in the acidic pain you've carelessly carved and I welcome it because nothing else exists.
I shake, I’m scared. I blush, I’m on fire.
You watch tranquilly as if amused by a child.
Seized by your enigma my purity transforms into treachery.
I laugh because I'm flying
You laugh because you know I’d let you do everything to me
and we both cry, because you just might.
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