caffeine rush through the veins
the bohemian smile
the cigarette stub
serial kisses and punk rock snob
stringed words you wear like beads
glass heart filled with raspberry smoke
secrets things you never want me to see
eyelashes filled with hope
soapy laughs that cleanse your soul
the hazy sunlight never gets old
the warmth beneath a tattered sheet
i'm only comfortable when you're next to me
YOU ARE READING
the inevitability of wrinkled bedsheets
Poetrythe life of two, shown in one ~a bunch of sappy lovey-dovey stuff that will probably make you vomit blood~
