Do you think
You'll ever be tired of beeing mine?
Drunk ****** under two and a half bottles of red wine.
I know your kind,
Short and beautiful
Small lips with wolfs teeth
Swallow my soul whole and carve your sigil into my breast,
Never once did I think you would ever fuel
What's beating beneath my chest.
Breathe steady baby, arche your hips
I've never been loved just quiet like this,
Your hands around my throat
My mind begins to float
I know before you. I had next to no hope.
"How many miles have you crawled "
You whisper in my ear
"How many smiling faces ,
And run down places have you seen
Before you realized I was your queen?"
"A dozen smiles "
My face turning blue
"And a million miles"
And I know it's true
"But I know I'll never find another broken heart that fits so well beside me, I'll never find anyone else like you "
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
Do you think
You'll ever be tired of beeing mine?
Drunk ****** under two and a half bottles of red wine.
I know your kind,
Short and beautiful
Small lips with wolfs teeth
Swallow my soul whole and carve your sigil into my breast,
Never once did I think you would ever fuel
What's beating beneath my chest.
Breathe steady baby, arche your hips
I've never been loved just quiet like this,
Your hands around my throat
My mind begins to float
I know before you. I had next to no hope.
"How many miles have you crawled "
You whisper in my ear
"How many smiling faces ,
And run down places have you seen
Before you realized I was your queen?"
"A dozen smiles "
My face turning blue
"And a million miles"
And I know it's true
"But I know I'll never find another broken heart that fits so well beside me, I'll never find anyone else like you "
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