without nearby land, there's a shipwreck in my chest
i captivate and set no fire for sanctuary
aboard an abandoned piece of me
i left room for your honest canvas
paint the sunshine for me to see
something i cannot touch
admire from where i stand, in admirations of ink
splattered across these chapped lips
a scattered map to hope and devotion
the inability to swallow these emotions is my start
i ask you to press your lips to the stars
i kiss them worlds apart.
xo
-- Elle<3
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