My throat must a venue
for The Lonely Hearts Club Band
I swallow my pulse
and hold my tongue in my hand.
Vivid lucid reality,
popping all my stitches at the seams
on the other line, your consciousness fades
as I envy your quest for dreams.
You're always in my heart though,
rosary beads in hand with your protection
for it is in nights like this, I simply wish
for a moment of undying affection.
Arms around me through the night,
the morning sun in his hazel eyes;
filled with smiles for all eternities
& a stomach full of butterflies.
xo
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
My throat must a venue
for The Lonely Hearts Club Band
I swallow my pulse
and hold my tongue in my hand.
Vivid lucid reality,
popping all my stitches at the seams
on the other line, your consciousness fades
as I envy your quest for dreams.
You're always in my heart though,
rosary beads in hand with your protection
for it is in nights like this, I simply wish
for a moment of undying affection.
Arms around me through the night,
the morning sun in his hazel eyes;
filled with smiles for all eternities
& a stomach full of butterflies.
xo
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