the stars lean in
creep through the glass ceiling
when I'm screaming
when you're heaving
in my ear
trying to hear out whispers
trying to hear our secrets
they don't know our little handshake
the one where your hand trails down my body to a place unknown
your other gripping tightly right above my collarbone
and I tremble, i tumble, i fall
they don't know what we know
The stars lean in
and i fall
right into the depths of you
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
the stars lean in
creep through the glass ceiling
when I'm screaming
when you're heaving
in my ear
trying to hear out whispers
trying to hear our secrets
they don't know our little handshake
the one where your hand trails down my body to a place unknown
your other gripping tightly right above my collarbone
and I tremble, i tumble, i fall
they don't know what we know
The stars lean in
and i fall
right into the depths of you
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