Tuesday, November 11, 2014

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 10th


  • Bubblegum lips form over
    the pain of weak hearts.

    Kissing away diversity and
    color.

    Holding malicious creatures
    between its gnashing teeth.

    Love?

  • Leaves dance
    across a bleak
    surface. Glinting,
    reflecting the sky
    that they fell from.

  • Cold, warm breath
    fogged up the air in
    front of me.

    Cold raindrops
    caught my eyelashes
    slowly dripping
    down my face.

    He leaned in and our
    lips met....

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