You are bonfire smoke
Clinging to my favorite clothes
Washed my hair 30 times
Felt your hair in my fingers
Every single time
And when I look in the mirror
I wear your smile
This glow in my eyes
Is reflecting off your skin
If I pricked my finger
It'd be your blood
You're coarsing rapidly
Through my veins
I need a transfusion to escape
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
You are bonfire smoke
Clinging to my favorite clothes
Washed my hair 30 times
Felt your hair in my fingers
Every single time
And when I look in the mirror
I wear your smile
This glow in my eyes
Is reflecting off your skin
If I pricked my finger
It'd be your blood
You're coarsing rapidly
Through my veins
I need a transfusion to escape
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