I think all this time
I've just grown fond
Of the idea of being something new within you
Instead of just the skin that brushes yours
I want to become an out-of-place oddity
Of your interior
A twist in your spine
A nervous twitch in your shaking hands
An off tempo beat in your heart
Something much more personal and unique
Than I can express on the outside
You've become a fire in my lungs
I just wish to return the favor
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
I think all this time
I've just grown fond
Of the idea of being something new within you
Instead of just the skin that brushes yours
I want to become an out-of-place oddity
Of your interior
A twist in your spine
A nervous twitch in your shaking hands
An off tempo beat in your heart
Something much more personal and unique
Than I can express on the outside
You've become a fire in my lungs
I just wish to return the favor
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