Half Dead Flowers

Let's dance to Joy Division And kiss to Morrissey Listen to music and lay with me Until your scent is on my sheets   Bring me half dead flowers in the morning, And trace my smile with your Cigarette tainted thumb As you kiss me on the cheek   Whisper coffee-kissed nothings Into my impatient …

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He (A Poem)

His lips taste like crisp peppermint and a hot summer's day (but they're no longer mine to taste). His touch leaves butterflies in my stomach and trails of warmth on my skin (but it's no longer mine to feel). His love is a familiar song which I can't quite name (but now the record is …

Heart Shaped Burn

You lit a fire inside of me. You began kindling it when we met, and it grew stronger every moment I spent thinking of you. Most people say they get butterflies, but me? My stomach acid is gasoline and the moment we kissed, you threw a match into it without a second thought. Your hands …

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My hands grow weak as I behold in the dim light my unsure feelings' flight and I wonder but why you've fallen for me in a tangle of teen sin and broken melodies. And I beg you t0 please, approach with caution and hold on tight to my hand because I'm afraid of love but …