and you wake up
with the sun shining between your teeth
and a forgetful thought in the back of your
mind.
he has himself wrapped up in
plastic and a cardboard case that
perfects his
freedom.
she has herself covered in
letters and a marker that
she wrote "it's too late for us now."
and stuck between
the pages of that
empty journal.
they have themselves,
apart and on the edge of a
counter top with nails between their
feet and a hand that grasps the ends
of hair and the bones that are scraping
against the concrete and i am just
here
with myself and my notes and i am
tap, tap, tapping my fingers against the side
of the coffee cup and
praying that you
reappear.
what.
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-dies of amazingness.-
♥ ♥ ♥ x infinity + forever + eternity.
-Mary -
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awesome
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modest mouse?
this is really...well your last stanza is a good example:
tap tap tapping
it's got that flow. you know?
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how is it possible for one person to be as creative as you?!
you are amazing my darling!
"they have themselves,
apart and on the edge of a
counter top with nails between their
feet and a hand that grasps the ends
of hair and the bones that are scraping
against the concrete and i am just
here"
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nice poem is everythng alruight????
S
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