I'll sing you
the sweetest of songs
a bittersweet
Psalm
it's origin from the
crease of my
Palm
I'll write you
the holiest of prayers
a symphonic
affair
it's place, the
sweeping valley of my
hips
a token
most rare
i'll hand you
the Bible of my heart
sewn authentic
from the needles of
my teeth
and the string of
my veins anxious
beneath
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
I'll sing you
the sweetest of songs
a bittersweet
Psalm
it's origin from the
crease of my
Palm
I'll write you
the holiest of prayers
a symphonic
affair
it's place, the
sweeping valley of my
hips
a token
most rare
i'll hand you
the Bible of my heart
sewn authentic
from the needles of
my teeth
and the string of
my veins anxious
beneath
-V