Tossled leaves upon a matchbox,
an acorn marks the X on the map.
You were here,
now I've arrived.
Imediatley treasuring the gold inside
And now it scrapes and scratches and sores,
at this once touched neck,
You touched before,
Like a dainty noose,
Of chestnut coloured curls.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Tossled leaves upon a matchbox,
an acorn marks the X on the map.
You were here,
now I've arrived.
Imediatley treasuring the gold inside
And now it scrapes and scratches and sores,
at this once touched neck,
You touched before,
Like a dainty noose,
Of chestnut coloured curls.
