Every time You come
I wish You never left,
Your Fingers run around my lips.
Ink on your skin
Never seen
But constantly pet,
Our arms wrapped around
Clenched close.
A pillow of comfort
never experienced before.
As I lay my head to rest
Her cold heart
Needs to stay warm,
I’m trying my best.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
Every time You come
I wish You never left,
Your Fingers run around my lips.
Ink on your skin
Never seen
But constantly pet,
Our arms wrapped around
Clenched close.
A pillow of comfort
never experienced before.
As I lay my head to rest
Her cold heart
Needs to stay warm,
I’m trying my best.
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