she’s graceful with her patience,
but breathes smokey air when anxious;
keeps her pack of luckies
right next to her Marc Jacobs.
a walking contradiction,
always has an explanation.
afraid of what lives in the dark,
but sunsets are her favorite.
m.o.
she’s graceful with her patience,
but breathes smokey air when anxious;
keeps her pack of luckies
right next to her Marc Jacobs.
a walking contradiction,
always has an explanation.
afraid of what lives in the dark,
but sunsets are her favorite.
m.o.
this, us,
we’re a one way ticket.
far past forever,
that’s where we’re headed;
hand in hand
and hearts attached.
on this road,
there’s no going back.
Perhaps tea just isn’t for me;
I don’t take polite sips daintily.
If you really are my cup of tea,
there will be no indulging carefully.
My lips will crash into you,
hard and hungry,
not slow and smooth.
I’ll drink you in so desperately,
I doubt that I’ll have time to breathe.
.