Treasure Island

Rebecca Pepper

(08/08/1996)

Fingertips


Vibrations beneath my fingertips
Lips full, glass empty from bloody sips
Smile, I can feel your heart
Feel me ready to rip you apart
There's nothing left to call home
We're both afraid, broken and alone
The vibrations are so loud
Your words do no more than cloud
My judgement already so unfair
We make such a delightful pair
I was never your version of pure
Baby for me there never was a cure
I live to corrupt as you live to protect
But now you've made me taste your dialect
Words, gasps and breaths enter my blood
And dear lord does it feel good

Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

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