Your skin is like the paper
That I take my pen to.
I like to play connect-the-dots
With your freckles and a sharpie
Making constellations of stars
And sometimes swastikas
We spend our days sipping coffee and writing meaningless words we think sound lovely together.
Your skin is like the paper
That I take my pen to.
I like to play connect-the-dots
With your freckles and a sharpie
Making constellations of stars
And sometimes swastikas