When his fingers trace my skin
It will be a foreign invasion
Of the territory you made
A traitor
Waltzing on enemy lines
I'll look for you
In the contours of a strangers smiles
Or behind his fingertips
Waiting for just a glimpse
Of your light
To seep from someone else's skin
For pieces of you to surface
Rise like blood
A purple splotched
I love you
Signed with
I'm yours
I'll hold my breath forever
but you won't ever come
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
When his fingers trace my skin
It will be a foreign invasion
Of the territory you made
A traitor
Waltzing on enemy lines
I'll look for you
In the contours of a strangers smiles
Or behind his fingertips
Waiting for just a glimpse
Of your light
To seep from someone else's skin
For pieces of you to surface
Rise like blood
A purple splotched
I love you
Signed with
I'm yours
I'll hold my breath forever
but you won't ever come
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