Afternoon-light in our periphery
our cerebellums glowing happy like...
maybe a plate of cheesecake, and two bent forks
the atoms that separate 'you' from 'me'
laughing within a jitterbug
but now there's no cake for us.
Why aren't you here?
afternoon-light in our periphery
and our cognitions like a strawberry swirl
Sweet, home-made, toujours innocente
and I scratch your brilliant head for
the secret to unconditional love
and your smile becomes lyrics,
the first line of a perfect song.
Shoulda come.
At the bottom of a teacup, we reveal
our secret selves, in a boy scout pact of friendship
spit-locking our hearts into a ferocious loyalty
to take care of each other in our parallel lives
and to cherish what we cannot see.
Because I cannot see you,
and you cannot see me.
I forgive you, next time- it'sraininganyways
i'mnotmad, *i just don'twant to revealhow
muchyou mean tome.*
You shoulda come, friend.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Afternoon-light in our periphery
our cerebellums glowing happy like...
maybe a plate of cheesecake, and two bent forks
the atoms that separate 'you' from 'me'
laughing within a jitterbug
but now there's no cake for us.
Why aren't you here?
afternoon-light in our periphery
and our cognitions like a strawberry swirl
Sweet, home-made, toujours innocente
and I scratch your brilliant head for
the secret to unconditional love
and your smile becomes lyrics,
the first line of a perfect song.
Shoulda come.
At the bottom of a teacup, we reveal
our secret selves, in a boy scout pact of friendship
spit-locking our hearts into a ferocious loyalty
to take care of each other in our parallel lives
and to cherish what we cannot see.
Because I cannot see you,
and you cannot see me.
I forgive you, next time- it'sraininganyways
i'mnotmad, *i just don'twant to revealhow
muchyou mean tome.*
You shoulda come, friend.
