old love
Fingertips- ghosts along skin
where you once loved me
is now where I bleed
onto our worn, fraying duvet
that warmth borrowed, stolen
from orange glow of street lights
listlessly glistening off a wet pavement
Where I bought a matchstick from a dead girl.
I could set my soul ablaze with it
But darling, you would still be cold.
where you once loved me
is now where I bleed
onto our worn, fraying duvet
that warmth borrowed, stolen
from orange glow of street lights
listlessly glistening off a wet pavement
Where I bought a matchstick from a dead girl.
I could set my soul ablaze with it
But darling, you would still be cold.