living in an ephemeral world you saw
the late nights
the party
hundreds of years ago you felt it
in your mothers womb you felt it
a high
a cold lips on warm lips high
a shutter that lets in the chandeliers light
an oil drop on a finger that leaves its traces in water
this gets better every time I read it. And I learned the word 'ephemeral' xD I wonder what books u saw today......
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ReplyDeletegood poem dahling....or should i say... ... HUN.
hey! ... lol I should have seen this coming M :P
ReplyDeleteah its scary when you capitalize hun like that.
ReplyDeletethank ya very much though ... 'hun' ;)
muwahahahahaha
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