The wipes do not work
My eyeliner, smudged;
Words at war
Words when calm.
The Einstein hair
Bad morning breath;
A shadow of a smile
You standing against the light.
Ravaged by tragedy
Fresh bread from the bakery;
I lean in
For my forehead kiss.
Last night at war
The morning calm
– Coffee is ready
Did you sleep on it?
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
The wipes do not work
My eyeliner, smudged;
Words at war
Words when calm.
The Einstein hair
Bad morning breath;
A shadow of a smile
You standing against the light.
Ravaged by tragedy
Fresh bread from the bakery;
I lean in
For my forehead kiss.
Last night at war
The morning calm
– Coffee is ready
Did you sleep on it?
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