I'm clinging to hope
like I'm clinging
to hospital bed sheets.
Scared. frustrated. Tired.
Counting the naps,
beautiful demonstrations
of death.
Counting the kisses
pouring off your lips
like ballots on election day.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 3:50 AM UTC
I'm clinging to hope
like I'm clinging
to hospital bed sheets.
Scared. frustrated. Tired.
Counting the naps,
beautiful demonstrations
of death.
Counting the kisses
pouring off your lips
like ballots on election day.
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