Misguided — we were inseparable, but things
as they do, always with certainty like life itself,
change. These different directions on winding roads
upwards and even edged to cliffs —these dangers
in solemn yet ostentatious affirmations: the I don't
knows paired with the I am sure's. Which?
Between the I love you's and the rarity of these
honest intentions - these naked affections with tears diluted between breaths. Surely, it was true; true as
formations upon mouth tongue cheek in ***** patterns tracing up and down skin, hands to thigh
and then some — yet now.
© A. Leigh
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Misguided — we were inseparable, but things
as they do, always with certainty like life itself,
change. These different directions on winding roads
upwards and even edged to cliffs —these dangers
in solemn yet ostentatious affirmations: the I don't
knows paired with the I am sure's. Which?
Between the I love you's and the rarity of these
honest intentions - these naked affections with tears diluted between breaths. Surely, it was true; true as
formations upon mouth tongue cheek in ***** patterns tracing up and down skin, hands to thigh
and then some — yet now.
© A. Leigh
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