you bring something in from the woods,
and soon enough, your home’s not yours.
P!ant a little honeysuckle
and the birds will come… They’ll come
with their mulberry trees and thistles.
They’ll build nests and attract foxes
and hawks, raccoons and opossum…
you lose control… you lose control…
And isn’t it the same with us… Isn’t it
the same with kisses and with skin…
we set something loose in each other…
We plant a little honeysuckle bruise
in our peaceful souls and the birds come…
They come on our hands and on our lips…
we lose control… we lose control.
It’s a deep thing… a promise, a warning…
wild breeds wild..
- Peregrine @ YourEyesBlazeOut
the same with kisses and with skin…
we set something loose in each other…
We plant a little honeysuckle bruise
in our peaceful souls and the birds come…
They come on our hands and on our lips…
we lose control… we lose control.
It’s a deep thing… a promise, a warning…
wild breeds wild..
- Peregrine @ YourEyesBlazeOut
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