The sky is white like the skin under your eyes and your hair is
The same shade of dying grass under your feet.
And even though your eyes are alive and buzzing like the wires above your head I still lust for you.
And will remain forever wrapped around your finger as long as the flowers keep blooming and your hair keeps growing.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
The sky is white like the skin under your eyes and your hair is
The same shade of dying grass under your feet.
And even though your eyes are alive and buzzing like the wires above your head I still lust for you.
And will remain forever wrapped around your finger as long as the flowers keep blooming and your hair keeps growing.
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