when i look into your eyes i sometimes read the echoes of tragedies that haven't happened yet.
i always seem to end up loving the people that make me hurt the most.
(my hero.)
we didn't know each other well,
but your poured your grief
into my cup.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
2. that evening you folded me
into your arms, heart, confidence.
you were my tower, protector, stronghold,
my new best friend.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
3. that morning you held me tight in my sickness.
we cried at the scene,
and you bruised my lips as you kissed me
goodbye.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
4. that evening i went to the mountains.
i stood at the edge,
and thought i would fly if maybe i leaped,
but felt your kiss-ghost and stepped away.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
oh patrick.
(they blamed it on the alcohol.)
Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
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i always seem to end up loving the people that make me hurt the most.
(my hero.)
The Romances Of Number Seventy-Seven and Me.
1. that morning i watched you cry.we didn't know each other well,
but your poured your grief
into my cup.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
2. that evening you folded me
into your arms, heart, confidence.
you were my tower, protector, stronghold,
my new best friend.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
3. that morning you held me tight in my sickness.
we cried at the scene,
and you bruised my lips as you kissed me
goodbye.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
4. that evening i went to the mountains.
i stood at the edge,
and thought i would fly if maybe i leaped,
but felt your kiss-ghost and stepped away.
they blamed it on the alcohol----
oh patrick.
(they blamed it on the alcohol.)
Poetry by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 925 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 01:39
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