she slept up through my window
her window glasses on
my reflection
was just
her
image
one she
never saw
she looked deep
into
my
eyes
her
favorite
colour pink
pretended not to notice
but we felt her when she blinked
one
black as coal
the whites
of
his
eyes
were
hollow
he watches me unfold
my pages will have no creases
her love for me remains
remains whole
we find in
her
only
comfort
there's no beauty
in
an
sheet that's been stained
until
it
rains
took my canvas to the launder
painted with all my past
come back
with
an
bolt
of
lightning
that could
cut through
diamonds
glass
in
my
haste
we have swallowed
scrptures from the past
she slept up through
my window
?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
she slept up through my window
her window glasses on
my reflection
was just
her
image
one she
never saw
she looked deep
into
my
eyes
her
favorite
colour pink
pretended not to notice
but we felt her when she blinked
one
black as coal
the whites
of
his
eyes
were
hollow
he watches me unfold
my pages will have no creases
her love for me remains
remains whole
we find in
her
only
comfort
there's no beauty
in
an
sheet that's been stained
until
it
rains
took my canvas to the launder
painted with all my past
come back
with
an
bolt
of
lightning
that could
cut through
diamonds
glass
in
my
haste
we have swallowed
scrptures from the past
she slept up through
my window
?
wlkb
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