I'm hanging onto your every word
Like a child to her mother's leg
Nails digging deep into each syllable
Until the surface cracks crimson
The nights have grown longer
And it has nothing to do with seasons
My mouth is dry from not enough talking
I just wanna be your favorite mystery
I just wanna be the one you love
Like we've never even met
I'm not answering the door today
So let yourself in
1 comment:
i am sure that whomever this is about/for thinks you are an amazing mystery and that is why they are drawn to you.
the greatest mysteries are the ones we never solve but continually live with.
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