you spent an hour alone in the pouring rain
fifty degrees and dropping
waiting, waiting
blocking out the chaos
with those borrowed grey earbuds that bruise your ears
maybe you wanted someone to see you
and ask why
or maybe you just wanted pneumonia
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
you spent an hour alone in the pouring rain
fifty degrees and dropping
waiting, waiting
blocking out the chaos
with those borrowed grey earbuds that bruise your ears
maybe you wanted someone to see you
and ask why
or maybe you just wanted pneumonia
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