sheets pressed against my skin
like the air was so heavy
my breath let it move
in dark swirls of black smoke
feelin my ribs
and my hips
with these cold hands
and then I'd want
to shiver again
where the skin's so thin
the cold soaks in:
I'm white.
and I wish
you'd be the only thing
I'd feel
tonight.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
sheets pressed against my skin
like the air was so heavy
my breath let it move
in dark swirls of black smoke
feelin my ribs
and my hips
with these cold hands
and then I'd want
to shiver again
where the skin's so thin
the cold soaks in:
I'm white.
and I wish
you'd be the only thing
I'd feel
tonight.
