the snow sticks to the one last pair of jeans you own,
stayed up to watch the sun come up again.
green tea isn't going to save you from the day's advances,
the hours pass like soldiers marching on in sickening waves.
every minute ticking off and disposing another wasted emotion,
I wore my sleeves down to drown me for the first time this year.
and the coffee is to blame,
for the sweat that gathers on the small of my back
sitting here and waiting just a little while longer.
and looking at my smile,
do you see how bad I am at faking it?
we had better make the coffee stronger.
4/1/13
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
the snow sticks to the one last pair of jeans you own,
stayed up to watch the sun come up again.
green tea isn't going to save you from the day's advances,
the hours pass like soldiers marching on in sickening waves.
every minute ticking off and disposing another wasted emotion,
I wore my sleeves down to drown me for the first time this year.
and the coffee is to blame,
for the sweat that gathers on the small of my back
sitting here and waiting just a little while longer.
and looking at my smile,
do you see how bad I am at faking it?
we had better make the coffee stronger.
4/1/13
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