my voice gets lost in your ear
and
sweet words arrive at my doorstep
my hands are waiting for you
they’ve been patient for days
joining at one head taller
and
my voice gets lost in your chest
About Me
- lydia
- i hate banana acid. and things faintly tasting of bananas. also freaky knees and earring backs. i love hot cider and ideas and sleep and doodling. and brushing my teeth.
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