tf

i still have some spare time to spend loving you

you bring out the part of me i usually have to kill

never thought it’s so nice to be me

for once i dont feel sad for the girl that i am

You are

a good christian girl’s glitch

Something i was always afraid to admit i wanted

Library of sins I took home as souvenirs,

neighbourhood of laughs,

valleys of smiles and stollen kisses,

chucking down on the surface temptations; your gaze, your hungry smile, hair dripping off your eyebrows

Suddenly I’m the poem instead of the poet

Watched my oaths scattered on your bedroom floor,

then saw sets of hazy mornings blurs into one “Can you please don’t go?”

You washed me off dirts in just one kiss

Years of unspent touches and tongues and you’re pouring it on me

And im spending mine on you

Left receipts upon my skin

but im gone before they’re gone

Cause i prefer us an eternal mysteries

I like us this way

We look so good in black and white,

a perfect lingering memorabilia

“It’s my skill”, you said

“You’re just lucky”, I said

But I’m lucky too