you reek of hope and 3am adventures.
you look like the kind of guy who
could save me; save me from the mess
that’s scribbled all over my skin. I have messes
people don’t dare to clean up but you look like
the kind of guy who could wipe me clean
without even flinching.
as if the monsters hiding in the closet
of my memories took one look at
you and headed for the wind.
you look like a miracle on two feet.
I’ve always hated the damsel in distress,
but if you keep looking like that- like everything I’ve
ever hoped for-
I might have to become one.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
you reek of hope and 3am adventures.
you look like the kind of guy who
could save me; save me from the mess
that’s scribbled all over my skin. I have messes
people don’t dare to clean up but you look like
the kind of guy who could wipe me clean
without even flinching.
as if the monsters hiding in the closet
of my memories took one look at
you and headed for the wind.
you look like a miracle on two feet.
I’ve always hated the damsel in distress,
but if you keep looking like that- like everything I’ve
ever hoped for-
I might have to become one.
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