A bleeding smile
dry lips while you kiss me
you kiss me
you kiss me
discover and unwrap
lover, lover
my heart is an oven
inside are your burning hands
you blister so quietly
then show me your palms
your eyes are oak trees
they can't run away
no matter how hard they try
old leaves escape them
they fall to the ground
while your hands are still burning
you never make a sound
a leaking whisper,
soft eyes in the crowd
I see you,
I see you,
Your throat is an ocean,
my thoughts swallow into you,
yours into mine
and you can hear
the walls of my labyrinth creak
my body speak
in illiterate rhythm
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
A bleeding smile
dry lips while you kiss me
you kiss me
you kiss me
discover and unwrap
lover, lover
my heart is an oven
inside are your burning hands
you blister so quietly
then show me your palms
your eyes are oak trees
they can't run away
no matter how hard they try
old leaves escape them
they fall to the ground
while your hands are still burning
you never make a sound
a leaking whisper,
soft eyes in the crowd
I see you,
I see you,
Your throat is an ocean,
my thoughts swallow into you,
yours into mine
and you can hear
the walls of my labyrinth creak
my body speak
in illiterate rhythm
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