now the only time
she looks at me
is in a picture
with that
slow moving grin
like a sunday morning
and shes lying there
with her chin
on her hand
on my chest
as her finger tips
run gently
over the words on my arm
and they seem
to make sense
to her
but she only signs
in cursive
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
now the only time
she looks at me
is in a picture
with that
slow moving grin
like a sunday morning
and shes lying there
with her chin
on her hand
on my chest
as her finger tips
run gently
over the words on my arm
and they seem
to make sense
to her
but she only signs
in cursive
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