Thursday 8 November 2012


you're like a piece of artwork

you inspire me to take flight
you are the sun to Icarus's wings
but i'm afraid to get burnt
your words drip onto me
like wax upon my skin
sting so sweet and stick to me
and pull me slyly in
to your always waiting lips
as you breathe me in
a pomegranate seed so sweet
take me back under again

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