Luyện nghe bài hát The Thistle In The Kiss

your
is as, you imagine is,
soft as flower
cold as razor

kiss
when you your lips
it peels the wrist from my
it my outsides in

how can I hope to
how do I without it
days and nights and
are sacrificed to this
oh, how I

your
is so
still as April
white as

your
you close your eyes
it forces mine
it me inside

kiss
in so
shards and
is breaking in pieces, me

bit by bit (so sad) so me
by piece (so sad) so brittle me
kiss by kiss (so sad) so me
bit by bit (so sad) in tiny me

kiss
is so
so serious
a calculated

kiss
your mouth, lips
with precision tearing
in pieces, me

how do I hope to
how do I it exist
and nights and dreams
are sacrificed to just
oh, how I