you fall asleep
in the bend of my arm
and in the morning you awake
small circular bristles rubbing
accross your chest.
black ink and brush as i paint
abridged biographies on you.
"flowing, black gold
i waited, hours.
no.
maybe days.
dried and broken
he spoke rhymes to me
your love like sugar sweet
poured lazily down my face.
lost and sticky i wait
busstop love
in winter I'll be golden"
with you
im the flower never in bloom
with you
Im crying to just come away soon
why cant i write without crying
why cant i just be what you want?
10:35 pm - 25.02.03
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