Friday, March 1, 2013
Eyes Like Cold
I knew you were trouble
When you spat my constellation back out.
Your hands
Painted such a picture
That even when I closed my eyes
I felt like we went on
Forever.
Every star
Was a wish
We would never admit to.
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