i feel the ghost
a strand of hair
clinging to my eyes, my face
like lips or a whisper
and i exhale a cloud
like a pillar of smoke
to tell the world
i love you, i am sorry
and i watch as it envelops the planet
in the haziest hug
a love bug
to fill your lungs
with a haemotosis of kisses
and cushion your heavy heart
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
i feel the ghost
a strand of hair
clinging to my eyes, my face
like lips or a whisper
and i exhale a cloud
like a pillar of smoke
to tell the world
i love you, i am sorry
and i watch as it envelops the planet
in the haziest hug
a love bug
to fill your lungs
with a haemotosis of kisses
and cushion your heavy heart
when i was crying and drunk over the boston bombing
