Silver icicles gleam.... scattered in the snow
like the kind you had on your Christmas tree when you were a kid
what happened last night
she left with him
Valentines wrapping paper in shreds
I step barefoot out on the balcony
in the frigid morning
I light a smoke and do a shot to clear my head
and then I remember a note she gave me...…
"sometimes if I listen close I can hear your eyelashes curl when you sleep"
R.A. Ries (c) 1994
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Silver icicles gleam.... scattered in the snow
like the kind you had on your Christmas tree when you were a kid
what happened last night
she left with him
Valentines wrapping paper in shreds
I step barefoot out on the balcony
in the frigid morning
I light a smoke and do a shot to clear my head
and then I remember a note she gave me...…
"sometimes if I listen close I can hear your eyelashes curl when you sleep"
R.A. Ries (c) 1994
I don't write for anyone but me and the ghost in my head... I have to put it out there just to bleed.…
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