Eyes like the electric reflections on the bottom of a pool.
Like the blue electric through my veins for those 5 seconds,
Or when his lips sometimes meet mine.
But…
What?
Don’t give doll out the same crap,
You cant give your heart away, ‘cept to that lonesome scrap
Such a lovely scr--No.
I tried to give him all that should have been yours.
And his absent, high mind he hid, that’s what I got.
Still feel like pinned butterfly, still alive,
a dandelion with all but one seed standing.
a dandelion with all but one seed standing.
A broken flying leaf, a clipped wing bird.
A sad silly lonely sock.
A sad silly lonely sock.
How can he have my heart when we both denied all presence of its beating, pulse…?
How can he have my heart, if we sat drunk, sad, staring at stars, the smoky sandy silhouettes?
How, when we were both fools, and he mistook arrogance for wisdom
How do you not own it?
Singing words he only wished to speak,
In sounds that of my beating, pulse…
The timing is always off.
How do you not have it?
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