I don’t know if it crawls beneath your skin
like it does mine,
the way it dances
sometimes
in a sway
of monotonous
whispering
ballads,
and it does ballet
like no other,
applaud for its adornment
afterwards
I don’t know if it looks in the mirror
and smiles
that smile
that just doesn’t let you destroy it,
beautiful
beautiful
thing
it
is
I don’t know if you believe it
like I believe it
when it promises
to stay just
a little bit longer
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
I don’t know if it crawls beneath your skin
like it does mine,
the way it dances
sometimes
in a sway
of monotonous
whispering
ballads,
and it does ballet
like no other,
applaud for its adornment
afterwards
I don’t know if it looks in the mirror
and smiles
that smile
that just doesn’t let you destroy it,
beautiful
beautiful
thing
it
is
I don’t know if you believe it
like I believe it
when it promises
to stay just
a little bit longer
pub. tumblr on: April 5, 2013
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