You've grown older in the eyes.
Your words suggest otherwise.
Your hand creeps across the table's edge.
This is my que to meet you.
Not again, not this time,
A mother ******* millionth time.
"Take me home," my mouth relayed.
Before this I had always stayed.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
You've grown older in the eyes.
Your words suggest otherwise.
Your hand creeps across the table's edge.
This is my que to meet you.
Not again, not this time,
A mother ******* millionth time.
"Take me home," my mouth relayed.
Before this I had always stayed.
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