I’ll kiss the blush in your cheeks,
And freckles on heart,
The veins in your body,
The distance apart;
The green in your iris,
The pink in your lips,
The tears from your duct,
And the dents in your hips;
The youth in your passion,
The love in your youth,
The flaws in your structure,
The rot in your tooth;
I’ll kiss all of your lonely
And happy and mad,
I’ll kiss all of your crazy,
And all of your sad;
I’ll kiss every bruise,
I’ll kiss every scar,
I’ll kiss all of your moons,
And I’ll kiss all your stars.
I’ll kiss away sorrow
Till there’s nothing more
Till burdens get buried,
And my lips are sore;
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I’ll kiss the blush in your cheeks,
And freckles on heart,
The veins in your body,
The distance apart;
The green in your iris,
The pink in your lips,
The tears from your duct,
And the dents in your hips;
The youth in your passion,
The love in your youth,
The flaws in your structure,
The rot in your tooth;
I’ll kiss all of your lonely
And happy and mad,
I’ll kiss all of your crazy,
And all of your sad;
I’ll kiss every bruise,
I’ll kiss every scar,
I’ll kiss all of your moons,
And I’ll kiss all your stars.
I’ll kiss away sorrow
Till there’s nothing more
Till burdens get buried,
And my lips are sore;
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