There's something in his
Eyes. That construction worker
With more dirt on him
Than the ground.
I recognize you, I say
To the reflection in the
Excavator window.
*You look like the guy she
Fell in love with.
Not the one
She left.*
Perhaps I should change
Back into him again, or
Just not. Me: Yet another thing
That wasn't broken until
I started fixing it.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
There's something in his
Eyes. That construction worker
With more dirt on him
Than the ground.
I recognize you, I say
To the reflection in the
Excavator window.
*You look like the guy she
Fell in love with.
Not the one
She left.*
Perhaps I should change
Back into him again, or
Just not. Me: Yet another thing
That wasn't broken until
I started fixing it.
