small silent earthworms
Wednesday, November 2
In the morning, construction men on Guadalupe open holes in the earth
I smell Fresh ground, reminding me of elementary school ---
I am running around, chasing the girl with the longest hair
Never aimless
At dusk, walking across the cold night air
I want to climb this fence
Lay in the dirt, close my eyes
And imagine you with me,
Aimless invitations
Quiet murmurs
Waking up with cold feet
And a dozen forgetful lovers
I smell Fresh ground, reminding me of elementary school ---
I am running around, chasing the girl with the longest hair
Never aimless
At dusk, walking across the cold night air
I want to climb this fence
Lay in the dirt, close my eyes
And imagine you with me,
Aimless invitations
Quiet murmurs
Waking up with cold feet
And a dozen forgetful lovers
1 Comments:
that made me sad..or more sad.
commented by
Aly, 4:52 PM
Aly, 4:52 PM
