You cupped my breast and turned away
I like bow ties and bicycles
it was never so much about cobblestone
if you really loved me, you'd pick up that penny
el mar, thalassa, sea
you see the blue wall
we are kept from our deepest thoughts
by each other
when I wake up I want to dream of you
when I wake up I want to go snorkeling
you'll play dress up
this is our luckless organ
made of alleyways
1 comment:
i like the disjointed-ness (disjunction?) or, i don't know, the seperation between lines. i really like:
"when I wake up I want to go snorkeling
you'll play dress up
this is our luckless organ
made of alleyways"
i think you might be a poet.
i like bicycles
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