"Wht r u doin’?"
Thinking of ways
to connect her freckles
to his.
Letting his emotions
slip on the clothes of
grown-up ideas, loose-fitting
and tripping him stumbling.
Comparing her eyes
to frozen blue sky.
Feeling sleepily
sundered in two.
Wanting her to wear his eyes
for once.
Wishing he could tell her
the truth.
The usual.
"Procrastinatin’, u?"
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
"Wht r u doin’?"
Thinking of ways
to connect her freckles
to his.
Letting his emotions
slip on the clothes of
grown-up ideas, loose-fitting
and tripping him stumbling.
Comparing her eyes
to frozen blue sky.
Feeling sleepily
sundered in two.
Wanting her to wear his eyes
for once.
Wishing he could tell her
the truth.
The usual.
"Procrastinatin’, u?"
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