Sky was a bread-roll / Soaking in a milk-bowl
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear,
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
She was the kind of girl who took polaroid photos of nose-bleeds in the bathroom mirror, filing them away in an old wooden recipe box. The kind that took pride in black eyes.
She was the kind of girl who dreamed of stealing awkward kisses under fire escapes, behind hedges, and in the handicapped stall of public bathrooms. The kind that held your hand before she knew your name.
She was the kind of girl who liked the look of chipped nail polish, chapped lips, frayed shoelaces, split ends and scabs. The kind that counted scars and stitches.
emma
xoxo
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear,
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you
She was the kind of girl who took polaroid photos of nose-bleeds in the bathroom mirror, filing them away in an old wooden recipe box. The kind that took pride in black eyes.
She was the kind of girl who dreamed of stealing awkward kisses under fire escapes, behind hedges, and in the handicapped stall of public bathrooms. The kind that held your hand before she knew your name.
She was the kind of girl who liked the look of chipped nail polish, chapped lips, frayed shoelaces, split ends and scabs. The kind that counted scars and stitches.
emma
xoxo