The notion that he could
not be fixed was held over
his head like an
abyss
and
I could not fathom why
in the **** no one
pulled him from
his own thoughts,
he was drowning,
couldn't you tell?
That boys eyes held
the words
“save me”
in every native tongue
The impending death of hope
was
a familiar song in his bones
and
I wanted to be the one
to excavate it from
the marrow of his existence
Everything about this
boy was synchronized
beauty;
right down to his
very name,
a ledge that he had
been dancing on for
far too long. -DDF
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
The notion that he could
not be fixed was held over
his head like an
abyss
and
I could not fathom why
in the **** no one
pulled him from
his own thoughts,
he was drowning,
couldn't you tell?
That boys eyes held
the words
“save me”
in every native tongue
The impending death of hope
was
a familiar song in his bones
and
I wanted to be the one
to excavate it from
the marrow of his existence
Everything about this
boy was synchronized
beauty;
right down to his
very name,
a ledge that he had
been dancing on for
far too long. -DDF
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