| poetry 203 |
[Oct. 4th, 2009|01:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Granger Danger - A Very Potter musical | ] |
Oh I've been up and I've been down
I've seen strange familiarities about this town
A smile, a laugh, an illiterate noise
I cannot speak of little boys
I hunger for your lips
To taste their sweet whispers as I
Awaken next to you in the mid-afternoon
Sunlight glimmers across our faces
Amidst the hardship of different places
The actions of my darling hands
Burn passion through you like the quickest sand
And although this healing is caustic and deranged
There is sometimes satisfaction from separation and pain.
My eyes hurt when we rattle the bars
To my cage of broken experiences,
Seemingly scattered throughout the universe
Like distant, floating stars |
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