You don’t have to say anything,
we can lay on
thick blankets covered in
cigarette burns
and stare at
the paneling on the
sagging walls.
Kiss me
as the dust
collects on the picture
frames and
the wind carries away
the steady glances
we share.
You look beautiful
with
that cigarette
between your lips.
You look beautiful in
the color
red.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
You don’t have to say anything,
we can lay on
thick blankets covered in
cigarette burns
and stare at
the paneling on the
sagging walls.
Kiss me
as the dust
collects on the picture
frames and
the wind carries away
the steady glances
we share.
You look beautiful
with
that cigarette
between your lips.
You look beautiful in
the color
red.
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