so with your stone-cold lips
knock me back
hard + quick,
long + slack
as i dropamidst
this frost-bitten and abandoned track
so tonight
i stumble
through darkening wilderness
closening jungle
flicking through files
of lies, pain + laughter
one more thought+ my mind
will be in plaster
and tonight
i'm nothing more
than an absinthe shot
as scarlett secrecy trickles from my shut eyes
i realise that all our love has gone
to pot
now seven winters: one little dot
we were sisters once
ours was a friendship with a bloodly air
it's just that these fresh eyes well they don't particularly seem to care.
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baby, did you write that?
ReplyDeletei love it!
:)
x x x
I knew you'd be good at poetry (: xo
ReplyDeleteof course i wrote it silly rose :) thankyou babes! xxxx
ReplyDeleteis august the time when thoughts trickle neat from our mind? - i like the fall and cadence of your words i wish mine were so busy and full thought of
ReplyDeletekeep it up and DEFINITELY read it loud (in pubs even)