the sky will kiss your cheeks when you are
sobbing in your sheets it will
breathe into your lungs it will
remind you that you’re young
there are angels in your stride and there are
flare guns in your mind don’t
let them make you blind don’t
let want
and need
collide
you are
golden as the dusk and
you are more
than just enough
i will race you to the edge and we can
leap until
we fly
if he won’t kiss your cheeks you know you always
have the sky
and if your flare gun leaves you weak
please remember
you have i
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
the sky will kiss your cheeks when you are
sobbing in your sheets it will
breathe into your lungs it will
remind you that you’re young
there are angels in your stride and there are
flare guns in your mind don’t
let them make you blind don’t
let want
and need
collide
you are
golden as the dusk and
you are more
than just enough
i will race you to the edge and we can
leap until
we fly
if he won’t kiss your cheeks you know you always
have the sky
and if your flare gun leaves you weak
please remember
you have i
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