quick -- hand me your
clinical nest
so easily disguised
in the form of
beautiful
white tears that
glisten with hints of
subtle blue
they tend to find easy
refuge
on the edge of
my lips
when they see the
leaves
are falling
honey, don't you know
if you keep the
window open
eventually I'm going to
fly away?
we can't count our
courtesies
as often as our
conflicts
& you were never there
to know
the difference
one day you'll stop trying
to predict my
wings
& I'll stop trying to
remember
how well you
could
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
quick -- hand me your
clinical nest
so easily disguised
in the form of
beautiful
white tears that
glisten with hints of
subtle blue
they tend to find easy
refuge
on the edge of
my lips
when they see the
leaves
are falling
honey, don't you know
if you keep the
window open
eventually I'm going to
fly away?
we can't count our
courtesies
as often as our
conflicts
& you were never there
to know
the difference
one day you'll stop trying
to predict my
wings
& I'll stop trying to
remember
how well you
could
written long long ago in a galaxy far away
or the year 2009
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