and now again i sit here blessing, cursing the brevity of your stare that turns hearts into pingpongballs and beyond the tinkling of glasses and the wafting smell of bittersweet nightmares the night is still frozen likethe greybluepurple skies and the mellow orb that once helped me finish my sentences that meant not a thing unlessyou b e l i e v e and like a puppet monster eating timeless flowers you pretend to lie.
but i heard the sky whisper to you things you dont believe yet.
and i lose myself in another line from the unsung serenade as the smoky blaze blinds me.
4 comments:
"brevity of your stare".
Hmmm. Heh.
I could ask you the same question.
the question being WTF?
but i heard the sky whisper to you things you dont believe yet.
you be wise, leetle girl.
i like this :)
the brevity of thy strong strokes be refreshing.
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