Trace the veins on your arm
Because they lead to your heart.
We don't know what the future holds,
So in the meantime,
We will hold eachother.
Read the autobiography on your eyelids
As you sleep beneath the moon.
In the night, I can finally see you.
Our past had a hold on us.
Clammy hands yearning for throats.
Intertwine fingers and I will kiss you back.
If the world ends in fire and flames,
All our smoke will be the same.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Trace the veins on your arm
Because they lead to your heart.
We don't know what the future holds,
So in the meantime,
We will hold eachother.
Read the autobiography on your eyelids
As you sleep beneath the moon.
In the night, I can finally see you.
Our past had a hold on us.
Clammy hands yearning for throats.
Intertwine fingers and I will kiss you back.
If the world ends in fire and flames,
All our smoke will be the same.
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