it's like
early season, leaves out
on the low twined branches
with the thought of
you like
so many cabbage moths
(small white, actually
butterflies)
(moths are better anyway)
flittering
fo
r one moment I
say
"you are beautiful" th
e
breeze carries your
white laced wings to my
soft cotton, the canvas I
spread over my
winter-long
in sec ur i ties, 'cause I'm
still like
when I was sev en teen and
believed and believe
you'd never
really
want
b
roken
little
sad
little
me
anyway. and the
air comes in
from the northeast and
you-
-starry eyed-
-dance away, like a
soft
spring laugh.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:39 AM UTC
it's like
early season, leaves out
on the low twined branches
with the thought of
you like
so many cabbage moths
(small white, actually
butterflies)
(moths are better anyway)
flittering
fo
r one moment I
say
"you are beautiful" th
e
breeze carries your
white laced wings to my
soft cotton, the canvas I
spread over my
winter-long
in sec ur i ties, 'cause I'm
still like
when I was sev en teen and
believed and believe
you'd never
really
want
b
roken
little
sad
little
me
anyway. and the
air comes in
from the northeast and
you-
-starry eyed-
-dance away, like a
soft
spring laugh.
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