May 2012
if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside
on my fingertips and at brain edges
and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
-Charles Bukowski
April 2012
themirrorsdontlie:
Why do you speak to me With words on tongue Muttered between lips Falling heavily on ears When my eyes scream at you With emotion and I filled My letters with desire You only read the characters Scripted plain in black and white Missing everything kissed Into the spaces between.
Drawing back my blinds to discover a rainy Saturday beyond my window. This makes me smile… But I can’t help think of you.
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