Porceline

[Boomer]

lost in you my mind has grown
moved on to places, go untold
feeling like im floating through
life and all its change with you
dreaming, never thought to sleep
fading through a pointless week
claiming grace, your lips they speak
your teeth, they bite as your nails leave streaks
feeling your feel for eternity
the crimson lines and your breath on me
take me to another time
lost in you, too hard to find
dancing on the thoughts we wisper
I caress your porceline face
never to leave this cloud we found
my place is in your grace

 

[memento_mori]

claiming grace, your lips they speak
your teeth, they bite as your nails leave streaks

^^ my favorite lines

 

[Maritxu]

That's very nice boomer thanks for sharing it with us

 

[Eridanus]

I really like the words, and rhythm of this, Boomer.

 

[Kat]

i love it boomer...so very much. *hugs*