Jan 2015
haze lifted,
lipped oh's, pink
hope and
shiver-syllables,
gone.
I wish sometimes
and sometimes I
forget I have the ability to
wish.
I hope sometimes and
sometimes the idea gets caught
on the way up my
spine
lipped oh's, pink
hope and
shiver-syllables,
gone.
I wish sometimes
and sometimes I
forget I have the ability to
wish.
I hope sometimes and
sometimes the idea gets caught
on the way up my
spine
at the moment, though
I do wish you weren't caught in the net of stars in my peripheral vision.
I do wish you weren't caught in the net of stars in my peripheral vision.
