admittedly,
i have wandering eyes
and a mouth that had kissed
too many hands goodbye
and for a while
i've gotten used to dry spells
and disenchanting love affairs that
has left me coughing black and blue dust
yet my loneliness craves the warmth
my cold bones can't provide
but i run away with heightened wariness
at any chance to defrost
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 7:23 AM UTC
admittedly,
i have wandering eyes
and a mouth that had kissed
too many hands goodbye
and for a while
i've gotten used to dry spells
and disenchanting love affairs that
has left me coughing black and blue dust
yet my loneliness craves the warmth
my cold bones can't provide
but i run away with heightened wariness
at any chance to defrost
--L.m.
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