The Girl With Butterfly Skin

I'm so vicarious with my lovers
I crave intimacy
The words you speak move in serpentine patterns

Tulips growing from her eyelids
Set free from my intimidations
Self reflections flee from me
I am more than my mask portrays
Her freckled face with specks of dirt
Spewing seeds from your hammock where you lay
Those bleeding, glowing eyes keep running through my head
Can I see you if I'm dead?



Credits
Writer(s): Liam Winton
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