I was a touch-me-not before you broke my heart
living in a child’s playhouse
now I say, “touch me please”
it is the demons that make angels exist
some girls say that sadness makes you feel dead
you made me become alive
you cried when my hair covered my eyes
so my sadness carried it away, it
uncoiled
a heartbeat per ounce I love your ****
but still we have conversations about where you
want to be buried
when you die.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I was a touch-me-not before you broke my heart
living in a child’s playhouse
now I say, “touch me please”
it is the demons that make angels exist
some girls say that sadness makes you feel dead
you made me become alive
you cried when my hair covered my eyes
so my sadness carried it away, it
uncoiled
a heartbeat per ounce I love your ****
but still we have conversations about where you
want to be buried
when you die.
