i like the way (your soft hair feels like home
on my knuckles) your palms rest on the curves
of my waist-
wasting precious time
(you could have spent an eternity with me)
and humming foreign lullabies underneath the stars
(your side of the bed is empty) and i softly weep
my sniffles are a metronome
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
i like the way (your soft hair feels like home
on my knuckles) your palms rest on the curves
of my waist-
wasting precious time
(you could have spent an eternity with me)
and humming foreign lullabies underneath the stars
(your side of the bed is empty) and i softly weep
my sniffles are a metronome
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