she feels the habitual feelings
& sits under the umbrella of perpetual wonders
surrounded by the unforgivable showers.
she itches scabs that hardly bleed,
&sinks to the bottom of her imaginary pool.
a flower drifting in somebody else's bathwater,
when all she wants is to swim in yours.
[your car is all i need to see driving down the street
to refill the broken-down parts inside of me.
& when your car leaves, i'm trailing behind.
feeling words, leaving lyrics beneath the passenger's seat.]
tell me kindly you're not leaving at midnight.
tell me sweetly, deary.
♥♥
Author notes
This is for my love for a thousand years♥
Automatic Loveletter constantly playing on my playlist.
gotta love them. =)
pretty, pretty♥
Comments
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Awww this is such a sweet thing. I know that I feel I have to hold it in, because I want him to hear all I have to say, to know I tell him things first, very real. Love it sweetie.
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i understand this so perfectly. it's lovely doll. you write so beautifully.
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amazing....
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amazing....
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