Nov 4, 2013
Before
He was Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, tall smile, the epitome of perfection. We were friends. Every time i saw you I would imagine us twisted together We'd be like ice cream swirl Once coiled together there’d be no separation. The places where we kept our smiles meeting in divine contemplation He was divine
But there was another part of me That thought i wasn't worthy Why would you want to touch Skin the color of the dirt your feet glided over Why would you ever press your lips to cheeks that could leave you dusty Why would you want kids that didn't even look like they were yours? I'd drag you down Make you of the dirt people. Drag my muddy fingers through your snow-white locks And make you unclean.