the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.
put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.
we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.
i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 2:09 PM UTC
the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.
put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.
we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.
i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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