another midnight I've seen this week:
bed times have gone from books and milk
and slightly ajar doors,
to long slogs far into the early morning hours-
-did I, did I try too hard to hold your hand?
If so I didn't mean to,
maybe the excitement of being held again
made my squeeze a little too much.
-
another morning afternoon I've seen this week:
primary education routines of *get dressed
and ready for school* have been lost to
fading light showers and foaming shampoos-
-did I, did I not follow the Curtis rules?
Should I run a bookshop? Be late time and time again?
Runaway to the continent and write a novel no one wants?
Lose a wife and fall for a model?
if so, I'm sorry I'm not that.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
another midnight I've seen this week:
bed times have gone from books and milk
and slightly ajar doors,
to long slogs far into the early morning hours-
-did I, did I try too hard to hold your hand?
If so I didn't mean to,
maybe the excitement of being held again
made my squeeze a little too much.
-
another morning afternoon I've seen this week:
primary education routines of *get dressed
and ready for school* have been lost to
fading light showers and foaming shampoos-
-did I, did I not follow the Curtis rules?
Should I run a bookshop? Be late time and time again?
Runaway to the continent and write a novel no one wants?
Lose a wife and fall for a model?
if so, I'm sorry I'm not that.
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