while waiting in line
Written on 11:01 PM by Unknown
Poppies in heather
hang questions I didn’t
ask when I saw hands
waiting. They were
narcotic and the glory
of laudanum pressed
our hearts like glowing
bricks. But in the end,
you and I are the same:
we want to memorize the
worn cracks of each other’s
faces and black and
white straw in our hair.
hang questions I didn’t
ask when I saw hands
waiting. They were
narcotic and the glory
of laudanum pressed
our hearts like glowing
bricks. But in the end,
you and I are the same:
we want to memorize the
worn cracks of each other’s
faces and black and
white straw in our hair.
Summer was golden
for a few days, but
forever is soft grey and
holds fast to your
pen.
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/poetry#11214925430
for a few days, but
forever is soft grey and
holds fast to your
pen.
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/poetry#11214925430
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