sippa sippa
sliding down the chair
he runs fingers through darkening hair
and states hes falling all over again
poor poor you
so subtley sad and growing up
in a world without vertical promises
you're maturing so nicely
tell your parents i say so
and someday we'll be friends again
without the sly smiles you sometimes
still wear
I remember the one day when you
said it to my face.
when you put me straight
fucked me up for a half hour
then kissed my cuts until i stopped crying
thanks.
9:58 pm - 12.11.03
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