i’m measuring my life out in the amount of
breathes it takes me to say i love you
and i’m becoming fond of the taste of
your tastebuds and i seem to dream too much
and never wake up.
and in my dreams i write novels and i’m
looking for answers on what to name my chapters.
a few months ago i named chapter seventeen
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Clarice* because i swore someone was leaving me
clues on where to search next but everything was jumbled
together and mismatched like a pair of parents
who hate each other and argue in the night so that their innocent child does not have to hear a word of what god told them.
lay next to me, sweet angel; stay for the night, i will show
you what a home is like next to the snowfall of december.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
i’m measuring my life out in the amount of
breathes it takes me to say i love you
and i’m becoming fond of the taste of
your tastebuds and i seem to dream too much
and never wake up.
and in my dreams i write novels and i’m
looking for answers on what to name my chapters.
a few months ago i named chapter seventeen
*
Clarice* because i swore someone was leaving me
clues on where to search next but everything was jumbled
together and mismatched like a pair of parents
who hate each other and argue in the night so that their innocent child does not have to hear a word of what god told them.
lay next to me, sweet angel; stay for the night, i will show
you what a home is like next to the snowfall of december.
i don't really know how to end this chapter yet
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