your lips,
painted the finest shade of crimson
gently tighten,
preventing the truth from pouring out
your eyes,
lined the smokiest tone of gray
slowly close,
shielding the pain from exposure
your collar bones,
protruding the way you always dreamed of
shy away,
covered by endless scarves
your vertebrae,
resembling the perforations of a page
sink down,
wrapped in layers of fabric
the measures taken
to hide the mess you've become
can't manage to speak louder
than the demons in your head
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
your lips,
painted the finest shade of crimson
gently tighten,
preventing the truth from pouring out
your eyes,
lined the smokiest tone of gray
slowly close,
shielding the pain from exposure
your collar bones,
protruding the way you always dreamed of
shy away,
covered by endless scarves
your vertebrae,
resembling the perforations of a page
sink down,
wrapped in layers of fabric
the measures taken
to hide the mess you've become
can't manage to speak louder
than the demons in your head
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