Apr 18
you were the heat, i was the ground: placed you on my tongue, perched you on your crown. sideways sentences slip from my tongue as i float down your river of dying love, dark depths do deliver the joy that i felt i am become your scum, the beginning of the end, and i’m squeezing your sweet wisdom out of my veins
i’m the skin on your lips, i’ll confess the mess i’m in. touched skin tear like tin just like him under the weight of my emotion, i forgot what’s within. beauty bats its eye on my cheek, oh it bends, yeah the river where you left me, where you were born again and i think we’ll throw our lives away, happy that we’re saving time!
