There was a love
Living deep in the
Melting plastic of
Molding bottles of water,
Barely breathing breaths
Of spray paint and
Rusting needles,
Bond only by the
Yellowing, lip-like cracked
Pages of a story
Written between the margins of a novel.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
There was a love
Living deep in the
Melting plastic of
Molding bottles of water,
Barely breathing breaths
Of spray paint and
Rusting needles,
Bond only by the
Yellowing, lip-like cracked
Pages of a story
Written between the margins of a novel.
