and my thoughts swallow up sad
b r o k e n
memories
like a gaping fish
[ d r o w n i n g ] in your oxygen
thought-ridden brows frowning in confusion/frustration/aggravation
-i'd kiss those little wrinkles on your forehead-
the place where your fringe parts,
ever-so-perfectly-falling-into-your-eyes
greengreenbrown mountains
like parched autumn leaves
tears don't seem to
f
a
l
l
anymore
"you're still beautiful"
(you didn't think so when you said goodbye)
i s t i l l t h i n k a b o u t y o u
butitsdifferentnow, justalittlebit
now you'd wished you'd never let me go.
Ohmygoodness, I was just about to post something on my blog when I saw this in my dashboard and I was like 'hmm, i'll just go have a look first' and I did and then I was like omg, no way!
ReplyDeleteI was sitting around after you went today and then I just pulled out some paper and wrote.
I WROTE ABOUT THOUGHTS AND FISH AND OXYGEN TOO LIKE OMG WHY ARE WE SO IN SYNC ITS LIKE WE'RE CONJOINED MENTALLY
on another note, i like this. :)