this is my impossibility:
that I may still smell you
from the crevice of my curve
while the moon laughs at my folly
that I may still catch your laugh
through cracks in the pavement
this is the love of a patient
who knows not his disease
only the teething
this
is the difficulty
of breathing alone.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
this is my impossibility:
that I may still smell you
from the crevice of my curve
while the moon laughs at my folly
that I may still catch your laugh
through cracks in the pavement
this is the love of a patient
who knows not his disease
only the teething
this
is the difficulty
of breathing alone.
Awwwww...isn't the poor boy sad?
