Aug 02, 2009 13:10
your hands map out
the rolling foothills
of my
rib cage
the mountains
of my
vertebrae
your teeth
leave trail
markers on my
lip
i want to go
cliff-jumping
from your jawline
land on your chest
and lay a while
onward, brave
young traveler;
i won't give the map
to anyone
but you
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Do you put music to any of these? You should.
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i've thought about doing that, but usually decide against it. i write lyrics sometimes, though, if i have music to do it for.
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