you are the boy
whose eyes are falling stars
with a body like reeds
and the steel ribcage of starving city skylines
your mouth tastes like sunshine
even in the dark
and your eyes are mountain ranges
in which i am
lost
and i am the girl
riding chariots of storms
into the fury
of the words and worlds and our lips colliding.
Author notes
to the boy i shouldn't be kissing. to the boy i'm kissing anyway.
Don't bother
Comments
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good one.=]
umm the eyes and the mountains thing doesnt seem like a good comparison to me...but it works her.=]
keep it up
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really really good stuff
you don't really come to something this interesting on here much
i love the bit about sunshine
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