Feb 2011
night falls again and
i’m racing against the clock and
for some reason, i’m losing.
quiet murmurs escape your lips and
the taste of persimmons and
strawberry lip balm linger.
dissipating slowly, your skin and
your voice and
your face.
i’m racing against the clock and
for some reason, i’m losing.
quiet murmurs escape your lips and
the taste of persimmons and
strawberry lip balm linger.
dissipating slowly, your skin and
your voice and
your face.
i'm trying to get into the habit of writing again. it's hard. 'and' is one of my favorite words. andandandand.
