Warm, wet, perfect little spheres
slide down my blotchy red face.
Like crystals, fragile and sparkling
their value held priceless.
Words the true criminal, and I a victim
to bad timing.
I close my eyes.
Feel the moisture between my eyelashes.
Breathe in slowly through my nose.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
They didn't mean what they said.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Warm, wet, perfect little spheres
slide down my blotchy red face.
Like crystals, fragile and sparkling
their value held priceless.
Words the true criminal, and I a victim
to bad timing.
I close my eyes.
Feel the moisture between my eyelashes.
Breathe in slowly through my nose.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
They didn't mean what they said.
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