Shake it off
The sound of your voice bites my cheek Your kiss in the wind flying beneath my feet Your look cracks bones, rocks and concrete The figure of your heart shapes down my beat Cause the hands I hold are soft as a bed sheet The fashion revenue colours the wind with my deed Queen of frost melting your words with a breeze of heat Chills dripping to the bottom of spines whenever we meet Pounding chains hold back a future, so simple and neat You call my butterflies tied up inside, you’re walking down the... Sign in to see full entry.