what it is, it is
Where the street signs black out their names
And the buildings give up their shapes,
I have not been there. Not once.
I was here, with you, wrapped up in your limbs
And swallowing smile after smile.
I tore off your petals and traced a route
On the map of your back.
Sidewalks tell other stories.
Love, you must be silent.
Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2011-11-06 at 03:45
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sidewalks tell other stories
Love, you're an alibi.Where the street signs black out their names
And the buildings give up their shapes,
I have not been there. Not once.
I was here, with you, wrapped up in your limbs
And swallowing smile after smile.
I tore off your petals and traced a route
On the map of your back.
Sidewalks tell other stories.
Love, you must be silent.
Poetry by halfjack
Read 923 times
Written on 2011-11-06 at 03:45
Tags Love Sex Secrets
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