i swing from the chords of your voice,
in your last message.
the one where you said you'd be by later
your skin smooth and subtle
the stark lights flickering
i held onto your hand
until mine was as cold as ice
my phone left behind
filled with echoes of birthday wishes
a incessant dinging
ding
ding
don't go
i light a candle when i get home
there's no cake but i still blow out the flame
i make my only wish
to have you back
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
i swing from the chords of your voice,
in your last message.
the one where you said you'd be by later
your skin smooth and subtle
the stark lights flickering
i held onto your hand
until mine was as cold as ice
my phone left behind
filled with echoes of birthday wishes
a incessant dinging
ding
ding
don't go
i light a candle when i get home
there's no cake but i still blow out the flame
i make my only wish
to have you back
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