theshadowkissedgirl

i'll paint my lips purple to match the stain you slathered across my skin. hey, this is my canvas.

i'll paint my lips purple to match the stain you slathered across my skin. hey, this is my canvas.

I will teach these lips the art of a Venus flytrap.

It's Sunday afternoon. The car slides smooth along the road like our hands did to our skin, They mumble in the front seat while I alone in the back seat remember you, Oh, do I remember yesterday. I'm shivering and shaking and my teeth chattering, But fire creeps up and down my lonely body, Soothing the trembling bones and the shriveled skin, When I remember The breathtaking shattering of anticipation, When our lips finally collided, a collision of ice and fire, One pleading for warmth and one screaming for cold, Desperate to be the only thing the other ever needs to hold. When I remember The way our bodies shook against each oth