We write poetry
sometimes.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
helpless and new
a friday night, fading and frail
details melting
but that feeling's still ours
i was helpless and new
so you taught me
swaying to an unheard beat
wordless breaths
hearts near
and your eyes brighter than ever
in the middle of a parking lot
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