steal my hand and pull me toward the collapsing sun,
the wind in our eyes and the world in our hair,
kiss me until i forget my name
and i promise ill love you till the morrow.
YOU ARE READING
SKIN
Poetryas strong as the bones beneath, the skin of mine i am, embraced with scars, stripes, constellations, and yours as strong as skin I am. { cover drawn by yours truly }
teenage dream,
steal my hand and pull me toward the collapsing sun,
the wind in our eyes and the world in our hair,
kiss me until i forget my name
and i promise ill love you till the morrow.
