boys like you smell of mint and wood and pain
and taste like my insatiable thirst and the midsummer rain
bringing an array of gifts to girls like me
chocolate for breakfast and heartbreak for afternoon tea
boys like you rarely have time to stop, stare and rue
but boy, time stops to stare at you
boys like you bolt their hearts in golden chains
and have vengeance in their eyes and titanium in their veins
an impenetrable fortress deaf to my love's incessant humming
Boy you are my wreckage, my destruction.
My unbecoming.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
boys like you smell of mint and wood and pain
and taste like my insatiable thirst and the midsummer rain
bringing an array of gifts to girls like me
chocolate for breakfast and heartbreak for afternoon tea
boys like you rarely have time to stop, stare and rue
but boy, time stops to stare at you
boys like you bolt their hearts in golden chains
and have vengeance in their eyes and titanium in their veins
an impenetrable fortress deaf to my love's incessant humming
Boy you are my wreckage, my destruction.
My unbecoming.
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