Our hands clasped like locks
By a dying sunset sky
Spray of salt
Below the boardwalk
Mists into the air
We held each other
Two desperate people
Underneath the sheets
Light filters through
White lenin sheets
Your kiss
Was the match
That lit a fire inside
One year ago
You said goodbye?
It’s been a long year.
Maybe you could lift
That restraining order?
I stopped smoking crack
Sort of.
Sorry I kissed your mom.
Sorry I killed your dog
Actually,
never mind
on the dog.
Fuck that dog.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
Our hands clasped like locks
By a dying sunset sky
Spray of salt
Below the boardwalk
Mists into the air
We held each other
Two desperate people
Underneath the sheets
Light filters through
White lenin sheets
Your kiss
Was the match
That lit a fire inside
One year ago
You said goodbye?
It’s been a long year.
Maybe you could lift
That restraining order?
I stopped smoking crack
Sort of.
Sorry I kissed your mom.
Sorry I killed your dog
Actually,
never mind
on the dog.
Fuck that dog.
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