love is taking a walk
through the woods,
and setting off a trap
that swings you
as high as the oaks,
and all you could do
is just admire the view
since you left your pocket knife
at home, and let the blood
rush to your face
as you hang by your ankle
until the rope finally snaps.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
love is taking a walk
through the woods,
and setting off a trap
that swings you
as high as the oaks,
and all you could do
is just admire the view
since you left your pocket knife
at home, and let the blood
rush to your face
as you hang by your ankle
until the rope finally snaps.
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