twisted vinesA Poem by messytessa
you're burning like acid
flowing through my veins im twisted, entangled a mess for your hands you seep through my skin with a look of the eye can i trace your outline and kiss you goodbye can i be the morning the sheets on your skin the girl that you'll pick again and again © 2013 messytessa |
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Added on September 13, 2013 Last Updated on September 13, 2013 AuthormessytessaCanadaAboutAverage girl. Chronic Illness. Tea. Traveling. Small towns and big cities. Poetry. more..Writing
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