Baby Tephlet (grumsie) wrote,
Baby Tephlet
grumsie

Without a Lifevest

Turning to face you in the car
the wind slips through the window
and I exhale smoke
You were always three feet ahead
covered with your scars and ink
and a kiss so hard
Need is such a strong word
thrown around by the feeble
Time passes
those beautiful eyes haze over
and hands are all that are left
carry me into your darkness
I dont fear it anymore...
ready when you are
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