I am not ready
don't pluck me
I tried binding my feelings for sometime
Unfortunately it kept spilling everytime
So I left such feelings to haunt you down
As am moving away, away from this town...
Fictional. Not going anywhere ;-)
$8.75 popcorn butter stains my fingertips sweet,
and there's salt on my lips and in my hair.
A restless hand finds yours in darkness
rudely interrupted by blue light and washes of pinks.
And I find my heart tearing itself underneath your easy smiles.
tongue-tied and shy.
whose firey ends
burn a mark
upon your favorite linen
while you look elsewhere
and as you're able
to hide it from others
it will always be there
Please put your scarf on.
— The End —