Nothing is permanent
Our love can be a vestige
Of something that once was
A forgotten shadow in the hallway
A grain of salt
And insect
I can erase us
I can erase you
You aren’t rooted at my bedside
And an “I love you”
Doesn’t work as a placement holding card..
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
Nothing is permanent
Our love can be a vestige
Of something that once was
A forgotten shadow in the hallway
A grain of salt
And insect
I can erase us
I can erase you
You aren’t rooted at my bedside
And an “I love you”
Doesn’t work as a placement holding card..
