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Wednesday, March 02, 2011
/ -jessie j, "l.o.v.e"
you set your foot on a quake of ground one morning and decided you were going to live (or maybe you haven’t quite yet) and the world’s look different since. you’ve watched sunsets with the feelings of end before but you won’t be doing that anymore. everyone keeps telling you about beginnings and ends but for you every thing’s been wrapped around one thing, love. you can’t find the strings that bring it all together and perhaps you’re not trying. tread softly, they’ve said. but that’s not enough. you know dreaming politely is not enough. you want to feel the five o’clock shadows of earth (treading) threading underneath your fingers. i am made. i am made of broken lovely things. i am i am i am. like rocks and sand and mud. i am yours. kissed by your hands and molded to your image. broken lovely things, i am. kisses, of collar bones, fingertips soar, elbows to elbows, knees bent. drip .. drip dripping, —- draped in your love. i am too in love. (i set my foot on a quake of ground one morning and decided i am going to live). 0 comments |