muse
you were just a page
i kissed you with words
now you're a beautiful poem
intrinsic compliment making my fingertips blush
intriguing like a new word
she told me to make up my mind
i started thinking about her mascara
leaking under the surface of her skin
hidden under broken wings
i knew i had to unearth her soul to find the bottom of her heart
i've always wanted to ask you how does it feel living life like a canvas?
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
muse
you were just a page
i kissed you with words
now you're a beautiful poem
intrinsic compliment making my fingertips blush
intriguing like a new word
she told me to make up my mind
i started thinking about her mascara
leaking under the surface of her skin
hidden under broken wings
i knew i had to unearth her soul to find the bottom of her heart
i've always wanted to ask you how does it feel living life like a canvas?
