"You know what the sun looks like?"
"No, What?"
"Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water."
"That's gross, Kaye."
"And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it."
I was driving to work
And this quote invaded my mind
Along with an image of you sitting on the beach.
I haven't thought about you in a while.
Now I cannot decide
Which one of us is the sun,
And which one of us is the moon.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
"You know what the sun looks like?"
"No, What?"
"Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water."
"That's gross, Kaye."
"And the moon is just watching. She's just watching him die. She must have driven him to it."
I was driving to work
And this quote invaded my mind
Along with an image of you sitting on the beach.
I haven't thought about you in a while.
Now I cannot decide
Which one of us is the sun,
And which one of us is the moon.
Unfortunately,
I have a feeling.
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