boy, girl, girl
all their eyes were grey and harshly cold
they hid from the winter and awoke in the green warm grass of spring and summer
they whispered to concrete because they could care less about flowers
I could see them unlike everyone else, so they stared
I watched them as they'd talk about me to one another, their language was unworldly
still no matter how ghostly they were I knew they had once lived.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
boy, girl, girl
all their eyes were grey and harshly cold
they hid from the winter and awoke in the green warm grass of spring and summer
they whispered to concrete because they could care less about flowers
I could see them unlike everyone else, so they stared
I watched them as they'd talk about me to one another, their language was unworldly
still no matter how ghostly they were I knew they had once lived.
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