I want it to last
like a hurricane of love
in a drought of loneliness
secluded buildings branch our ways
like center parts
and subways
like taxi cabs full of compliments
homeless people full from harvest
books stacked high next to a fan
a tone that reminds me that you
are calling my name
like a terror erased by your care
a print out of your work
next to a scrap copy of my own
a wall full of canvas
you just fill me in
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
I want it to last
like a hurricane of love
in a drought of loneliness
secluded buildings branch our ways
like center parts
and subways
like taxi cabs full of compliments
homeless people full from harvest
books stacked high next to a fan
a tone that reminds me that you
are calling my name
like a terror erased by your care
a print out of your work
next to a scrap copy of my own
a wall full of canvas
you just fill me in
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