came here into
nothing
gave in with the
ghost
we live in silent
mornings
& white russians
with our toast
she peaks at night
a delicate dance born to her
dreaming
she twists her toes
improperly
but I love her when she's
scheming
so gently into my pulse's
heavy beating
god probably sold her those feet
on clearance
'cause heaven only knows
where she found such
cadence
a tiptoe into my
whisper
a beckoning for a
fire's stir
to her screams do I awaken
only to find
absence
& a fear left long
unshaken
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
came here into
nothing
gave in with the
ghost
we live in silent
mornings
& white russians
with our toast
she peaks at night
a delicate dance born to her
dreaming
she twists her toes
improperly
but I love her when she's
scheming
so gently into my pulse's
heavy beating
god probably sold her those feet
on clearance
'cause heaven only knows
where she found such
cadence
a tiptoe into my
whisper
a beckoning for a
fire's stir
to her screams do I awaken
only to find
absence
& a fear left long
unshaken
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