he was a quiet kind of beautiful
words filled his mouth like bees
trapped in honey
the music of the stars is in his voice
and his dark liquid eyes move in harmony with the tide
but that morning, when sleep filled his face like fluid
and he had dreamed of someone other than you,
the bond that held you together like earth and sky was torn apart
and you were thrown out,
like a piece of tainted meat
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
he was a quiet kind of beautiful
words filled his mouth like bees
trapped in honey
the music of the stars is in his voice
and his dark liquid eyes move in harmony with the tide
but that morning, when sleep filled his face like fluid
and he had dreamed of someone other than you,
the bond that held you together like earth and sky was torn apart
and you were thrown out,
like a piece of tainted meat
