5:04 p.m. - April 9, 2012
a love poem
found youth
in a bottle of flesh
essence of heart
pure and new
fresh
breath
of sweet air
soft breath
through my hair
id pay
to stay
this way
forever
id pray
just to stay
in your grip
yesterday
and forever
i eat my wrongs
with a knife
and no salt
just to rest
in your arms
you let me know
no fault
youre so young
youre so goddamn young
but youre more than me
and im so goddamn dumb
