again, I have to learn, if a table is still meant
for crumbling croissants and obstacles,
or if it's simply a place where caffein gets cold.
the fortune tellers were wrong -
there is no trace on the edge of the cup:
and that heats me up.
I have to see, if a window is still meant for watching
robins and blue **** or if it's simply
the most torturous part of being on my own.
once more, I will throw up stubborn dreams
and keep selling them as ridiculous antiques:
another flea market with curiosities down by the river,
that keeps flowing and shimmering in the early sun.
"where will you put them up?"
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
again, I have to learn, if a table is still meant
for crumbling croissants and obstacles,
or if it's simply a place where caffein gets cold.
the fortune tellers were wrong -
there is no trace on the edge of the cup:
and that heats me up.
I have to see, if a window is still meant for watching
robins and blue **** or if it's simply
the most torturous part of being on my own.
once more, I will throw up stubborn dreams
and keep selling them as ridiculous antiques:
another flea market with curiosities down by the river,
that keeps flowing and shimmering in the early sun.
"where will you put them up?"
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