let her staunter through twigs, broken leaves and buds of cigarettes.
{Nothing will bloom from them.}
Let her know the difference between the innocence of a white dress and white flowers.
Let her realise the uselessness of a lighter with damp, soggy cigarettes.
{You never needed the latter.}
Let her feel the nervousness of a stranger bandaging a wound,
& then the shyness of the fiftieth kiss.
There is a difference.
Let her know she never needed you, but
The big but is that
she loves him
&
he loves her.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
let her staunter through twigs, broken leaves and buds of cigarettes.
{Nothing will bloom from them.}
Let her know the difference between the innocence of a white dress and white flowers.
Let her realise the uselessness of a lighter with damp, soggy cigarettes.
{You never needed the latter.}
Let her feel the nervousness of a stranger bandaging a wound,
& then the shyness of the fiftieth kiss.
There is a difference.
Let her know she never needed you, but
The big but is that
she loves him
&
he loves her.
