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secrets in your pockets - c hey, you,secrets in your pockets - c by *rachel-rhapsody
you're that one with the secrets in your pockets and the penny-copper eyes that i try to avoid. in homeroom, i asked for a show of hands for who else thought you were beautiful [it was unanimous]. and you say you don't know? you say you don't understand? just let me tell you what goes on in my head:
the crack between my lips is painted with vanilla cherry but is chipped to pieces and needs yours pressed against them to come back to life. my inbox is lonely and missing your texts. my eardrum misses your voice, my eyes miss your face breathing oh so close to mine in ijusthadthekissofmylife gasps. and i'm just tired of missed chance
to spell love - collab when i was younger, i used to turn my head up to the sky and try to find constellations. i would stay out in the cold until my fingers became numb and my toes turned blue. after school, i’d come home with grass-stained knees and complain to my mother that i was hungry. i’d rearrange letter-magnets on the fridge to form my name, and i always wanted to put yours underneath it. i never did, though.to spell love - collab by *rachel-rhapsody
when i was younger i cloaked my feet in ballet shoes of cranberry feather, dressing the soles with laces of pretty words of who i'd never be. i was simply just a sombre soul with skin painted on like glass, if you touched me i shattered, bu
ignite your bones. there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms.ignite your bones. by *rachel-rhapsody
when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets.
but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it.
she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are strung together acros
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