Shake me by my wrists
Tell me how much I've improved lately
and how nice it feels
to know that the word, home,
Doesn't mean a place
Please whisper to me
how scary love can be
Sometimes I am the human embodiment of the color
blue
Start at my collarbones
and
Paint me yellow
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Shake me by my wrists
Tell me how much I've improved lately
and how nice it feels
to know that the word, home,
Doesn't mean a place
Please whisper to me
how scary love can be
Sometimes I am the human embodiment of the color
blue
Start at my collarbones
and
Paint me yellow
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