Hope grasped him in hot arms,
and whispered,
Either, I’ll fly away in fits of laughter,
Or I’ll leave you here,
Bloodied, on the floor.
He cried back,
it didn’t matter anyhow,
The seconds are infinite
Until you do.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
Hope grasped him in hot arms,
and whispered,
Either, I’ll fly away in fits of laughter,
Or I’ll leave you here,
Bloodied, on the floor.
He cried back,
it didn’t matter anyhow,
The seconds are infinite
Until you do.