mid-afternoon,
planes skim overhead on raw autumn winds.
almost a year ago,
two girls,
high on the promise of life,
played a game.
time flies when you're having fun
laughter
like the screeching brakes of a train
hangovers
like police sirens
no one wins the games we play
a vapour trail,
and i correct my previous statement:
time flies,
regardless.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
mid-afternoon,
planes skim overhead on raw autumn winds.
almost a year ago,
two girls,
high on the promise of life,
played a game.
time flies when you're having fun
laughter
like the screeching brakes of a train
hangovers
like police sirens
no one wins the games we play
a vapour trail,
and i correct my previous statement:
time flies,
regardless.
