Oh, hope
make your mess again.
Hope
don't keep asking more of me
than I'm willing to give.
Forreal tho,
I was in trouble before the boat sunk
and the drowned
finally let loose their blood
in bouyant droplets.
Because I was a little boy,
on the ship,
and you came in to my room,
and laid beside me
with a watermelon smell in your barrettes,
and a "I'm forever"
in your siuking voice,
as the ship tipped.
So much of me shrieks;
you make me.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
Oh, hope
make your mess again.
Hope
don't keep asking more of me
than I'm willing to give.
Forreal tho,
I was in trouble before the boat sunk
and the drowned
finally let loose their blood
in bouyant droplets.
Because I was a little boy,
on the ship,
and you came in to my room,
and laid beside me
with a watermelon smell in your barrettes,
and a "I'm forever"
in your siuking voice,
as the ship tipped.
So much of me shrieks;
you make me.
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