I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.
And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 12:22 PM UTC
I stood in the sun
and thought of you
and of my junebug heart.
It clings on, unshakable,
even after it’s death.
And you like that about me,
my junebug heart that is.
You think you have one too.
I know that you don’t.
Yours is fleeting.