The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me


Was it Love? That made me follow
you into darkness…
So long ago it seemed, I recognized
ME in the mirror… before I broke
the glass, trying to find you

My fingertips bled, as I tried to
put my life back together… I
bandaged my heart but it soon came
apart… I glued my  soul whole,
but once I shed a tear, it quickly

Don’t you want to Love me?
Lie naked with me? See my eyes
under the moonlight? Sit next to
me in your car?
Don’t you WANT my love?

written: June 26, 2013


Filed under: desire,desire,desire..., life, regarding myself, that crazy,little thing called love

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