Monday, March 11, 2013

(this poem means nothing at all)

climbing up to your window sill,
i stain my skin with yours. 

letting fog roll into my eyes, i
let the pupils slip into oblivion.

lost in your bed sheets, i'm curling
myself around where you used to be,

hoping for a forgiving dawn, and
knowing by the time the sun peeks
over the edge, you'll be long gone.

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