She began to talk slowly, her lips moving like a ballerina.
As I rose... with tulips in hand.
This room has lost it's feeling,
and I cannot bear to look upon her broken frown.
Licking laughs
lance the pain away
and forgive me I have no way to pay...
...Attention...
to those words
that dribble
from the lips
it's like your
blowing bubbles
and there gently
popping on my nose.
These words you speak
I do not
understand
the sounds around
ruin my attention span.
Can't focus on the words
that come out
of your head,
can't look into you eyes,
I just tilt my head
down at my thighs,
..and the small
blue veins running through
my hands.
No comments:
Post a Comment