Take my hand, I'll teach you to DANCE

safefromtoomuchknowledge:

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth.
You can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out. 
And it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, I’m still working on my rhythm. 
My tongue gets tied sometimes, my throat gets dry, my hands start trembling. 
Honestly, the only thing I’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending. 
But I’m getting pretty tired of finish lines.

so this morning i bought a needle and thread and started stitching you a sunrise,

and the seams are tattered and torn ‘cause i got the cloth from an old shirt i was wearin’ the first time this world started tearing me open,

and i’ve been choking for my breath since then.

have you ever spent a whole year hoping the morning wouldn’t come?

i’ve had a band-aid in one hand, in the other, a gun.

somethin’s been screaming “fire, kid” but somethin’s still screaming “live”

so, baby, write me a bridge away from the storm…