Above our homes
Ephemeral stars dance
Like dying fireflies
Sam and I sat
In the cold
Dizzy, drunk
We talked
About love
About freedom
As frost leapt
from our lungs
“I’ll **** your ****
For ten bucks.”
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Above our homes
Ephemeral stars dance
Like dying fireflies
Sam and I sat
In the cold
Dizzy, drunk
We talked
About love
About freedom
As frost leapt
from our lungs
“I’ll **** your ****
For ten bucks.”
Request permission to use this poem