I am flammable
I am flammable
fragile and inked
and even the rain
can cut into my soul.
Yet here I am running
barefoot through
a lightning storm
into your velvet arms.
Laughing, kissing whisky
while you softly hug me
dry and whisper poetry
onto my dripping paper skin.
fragile and inked
and even the rain
can cut into my soul.
Yet here I am running
barefoot through
a lightning storm
into your velvet arms.
Laughing, kissing whisky
while you softly hug me
dry and whisper poetry
onto my dripping paper skin.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Zo Gezegd | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2013 | ||
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