let’s just sit in the shallows of our souls
and maybe you will trace my skin
onto parchment paper
run your fingers down my veins
my spine will forget about your lies
and remember your lips
i press your heartbeat against my chest
to feel you alive
because you don’t laugh anymore
i need to certify your existence
you feel like a ghost
slipping through my fingertips
the thunder in the clouds
matched the pounding in my head
i had nothing left to give you
when you left me there for dead
i will turn to dust here
in this fading place
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
let’s just sit in the shallows of our souls
and maybe you will trace my skin
onto parchment paper
run your fingers down my veins
my spine will forget about your lies
and remember your lips
i press your heartbeat against my chest
to feel you alive
because you don’t laugh anymore
i need to certify your existence
you feel like a ghost
slipping through my fingertips
the thunder in the clouds
matched the pounding in my head
i had nothing left to give you
when you left me there for dead
i will turn to dust here
in this fading place
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