Catching the smiles that
sound those three words
from your lips
in our net made
of promises and truth
that makes my heart
melt away,
blunting the razor blade
of thought that
another heartbeat
will soon enough haunt you
from my finger.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:58 AM UTC
Catching the smiles that
sound those three words
from your lips
in our net made
of promises and truth
that makes my heart
melt away,
blunting the razor blade
of thought that
another heartbeat
will soon enough haunt you
from my finger.
