My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.
Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid
We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.
Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid
We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.
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