If i were a little less; a little more... All the social eyesores, could not make me think of you. I can't not lick my wounds - I can't not move my mouth. I kiss and count the scars when the word just wont come out.
It was not so long ago, The lustre of your curls, Were entwined in fierce vertigo. A cold all consuming, An experience unknown, To those of us still beating, Our wings, Desperately. Was the scream of the maiden,