-i-
Building a crumbling empire on love;;
A love that exists only in the
in betweens of our fractured minds.
Alone, we become the seconds between the clock hands
as they stand idle.
Ticking through the lonely hours of midnight
&& praying through the never ending angst
that comes with loving[losing].
-ii-
Teenage years marred with vodka shots
and 2am 'appointments' up against the wall.
Always returning to the open-ended confines of
forever&ever.
Take my hand as we soar,
grow stronger&&stronger, more&&more, less&&less
then the lost souls
they assumed we would become.
Dancing towards adulthood, we love;
never ending as the ocean, yet stifling
as the desert sun.
-iii-
Skin will crack with age and become
splattered with memories white as vanilla ice-cream.
Side by side when our hearts beat no more.
Our clock hands no longer idle;
the battery simply dead.
Kiss me now, knowing it will someday become our last.
Author notes
For Mitchy-Moo.
OneLastThing--x
A contest entry
- Another Dirty-Pretty Contest. ♥ by innocence jaded.xx.
475 points, ended September 6, 2008, 18 entries
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