she scribbles down her name along the bed post,
she said seven more, seven more ill be a ghost,
these words teeming with frustration over loaded seas of the coast,
its my arms, they bare.
ive be chasing and trusting
not that its lacing or cuffing
because formal etiquette wouldnt stare
its that she left everything she had
everything
just so I'd
care
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
she scribbles down her name along the bed post,
she said seven more, seven more ill be a ghost,
these words teeming with frustration over loaded seas of the coast,
its my arms, they bare.
ive be chasing and trusting
not that its lacing or cuffing
because formal etiquette wouldnt stare
its that she left everything she had
everything
just so I'd
care
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