I'm not some sort of endangered species.
I'm not a ******* Pink Lady Slipper its okay to pick me.
Pluck me
Love me
**** me
Just tell me the truth.
Before I grow roots into you.
Rip open my rib cage and ever so gently pull the weeds from my tangled bones.
Hold me against you like a bouquet of roses.
I want to know your plans.
So show me the schematics of your heart beat,
I promise my blueprints are so much more than the veins in my forearms when we hold hands.
I'm trying to find a forest.
I'm tired of climbing over mountains,
just to walk through fields of dandelions.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
I'm not some sort of endangered species.
I'm not a ******* Pink Lady Slipper its okay to pick me.
Pluck me
Love me
**** me
Just tell me the truth.
Before I grow roots into you.
Rip open my rib cage and ever so gently pull the weeds from my tangled bones.
Hold me against you like a bouquet of roses.
I want to know your plans.
So show me the schematics of your heart beat,
I promise my blueprints are so much more than the veins in my forearms when we hold hands.
I'm trying to find a forest.
I'm tired of climbing over mountains,
just to walk through fields of dandelions.
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