Story Of My Life

You Would Never Think To Look Here

For some reason
If I touched the lines you
Carry on your left thumb,
I think my heart would stop.
Because it turns my chest into an ancient relic that
You have brought back to life
And even the dust which you eat up with your tongue
Lands in a minefield;
Do you mind if I tried a taste of it?
Even with the metallic taste of your piercing
I am pretty sure I would fall in love