If I could slide down icy slopes of skin
then I could burrow my way in
my fingers claw through me
to you
distant memories become vivid truth
I want you to taste my heart
bruised and swollen from beating so fast
I want a little too much
to run through veins, feel every touch
I need to be the only one
to feel your pulse, feel your warmth
some say this kind of need is creepy
but i just want you to keep me
and me to keep you, safe
encircled by my ribcage
I want to merge my soul with yours
just to see something magical occur
I want red beads from your pinpricked skin
to fall onto mine, and sink in
Be my ink, I'll be your pen
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
If I could slide down icy slopes of skin
then I could burrow my way in
my fingers claw through me
to you
distant memories become vivid truth
I want you to taste my heart
bruised and swollen from beating so fast
I want a little too much
to run through veins, feel every touch
I need to be the only one
to feel your pulse, feel your warmth
some say this kind of need is creepy
but i just want you to keep me
and me to keep you, safe
encircled by my ribcage
I want to merge my soul with yours
just to see something magical occur
I want red beads from your pinpricked skin
to fall onto mine, and sink in
Be my ink, I'll be your pen
ellie elliott
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