I have become
an enormous
nervous shipwreck.
too distant to
create what I
feel.
Eyeing the beautiful
and
missing out on
chances to
cooperatively fashion
love
and
beauty
to be
birthed in a world
of mud.
you are
death in a glass
that has me so
scared of losing.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
I have become
an enormous
nervous shipwreck.
too distant to
create what I
feel.
Eyeing the beautiful
and
missing out on
chances to
cooperatively fashion
love
and
beauty
to be
birthed in a world
of mud.
you are
death in a glass
that has me so
scared of losing.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson
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