On days like today:
Cold and hard
I hit snooze too many times
To stay in bed for another round
Of thinking
Listening
Praying
Any you,
Glinting through soggy eyes,
Begging for hope,
While pulling the wings off your only chance to find it
Even though your love’s bound in tragedy
You can surely find a way to see it...
Try running your fingers along the voluptuous curves of its symmetry
Without digging your nails in
Or do...
I know I love it
And don’t forget to look for me, my lover
I’ll be the one with broken knees
That you’ll have to circle back for
At the End
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
On days like today:
Cold and hard
I hit snooze too many times
To stay in bed for another round
Of thinking
Listening
Praying
Any you,
Glinting through soggy eyes,
Begging for hope,
While pulling the wings off your only chance to find it
Even though your love’s bound in tragedy
You can surely find a way to see it...
Try running your fingers along the voluptuous curves of its symmetry
Without digging your nails in
Or do...
I know I love it
And don’t forget to look for me, my lover
I’ll be the one with broken knees
That you’ll have to circle back for
At the End
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