kind of like a Bon Iver song
she guessed to him
you should be more careful with your words
he nods knowingly
she says things like this quite often to him
**I know
but why should I care what happens to me?**
she sinks to the floor
clutching that tiny black paper heart
alright
alright
he holds his own
in his hands lovingly
may I kiss you?
he tenderly runs a hand across her cheek
it makes me sad
what does, darling?
she lets her eyes linger on his
own pale ocean blue
**seeing you cry
watching your tears fall**
i'm not crying
he says defiantly
**oh babe
your heart is**
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
kind of like a Bon Iver song
she guessed to him
you should be more careful with your words
he nods knowingly
she says things like this quite often to him
**I know
but why should I care what happens to me?**
she sinks to the floor
clutching that tiny black paper heart
alright
alright
he holds his own
in his hands lovingly
may I kiss you?
he tenderly runs a hand across her cheek
it makes me sad
what does, darling?
she lets her eyes linger on his
own pale ocean blue
**seeing you cry
watching your tears fall**
i'm not crying
he says defiantly
**oh babe
your heart is**
I adore writing & reading poetry in a dialogue style such as this.
2012
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