days, weeks, months
the postman did not bring much good news
the weatherman only predicted rain
ink ran dry out of all the poet's pens
envelopes bloomed to paper boats
floating in the muddy puddles across the street
a window open in a café
with a lightning view of the melancholic painting
the girl who disappears at 4am
running away with the painter's words,
wearing shiny golden heals
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
days, weeks, months
the postman did not bring much good news
the weatherman only predicted rain
ink ran dry out of all the poet's pens
envelopes bloomed to paper boats
floating in the muddy puddles across the street
a window open in a café
with a lightning view of the melancholic painting
the girl who disappears at 4am
running away with the painter's words,
wearing shiny golden heals
