Messy fishtail braids tickling your collar bones
as we both lie on this secret place; only our hearts know.
No stranger; no-one will ever whisk it away from our lips.
For, this map, atlas, bearing
is etched and inked
on the edge of
our bruised and loved hearts.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
Messy fishtail braids tickling your collar bones
as we both lie on this secret place; only our hearts know.
No stranger; no-one will ever whisk it away from our lips.
For, this map, atlas, bearing
is etched and inked
on the edge of
our bruised and loved hearts.
Fingers crossed
Hope you enjoy this!
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