7.27-31.19
People always told me in no uncertain terms:
Anyone that gets to know you
Will love you
For the rest of their lives.
Lucky I got to do the same
('Such stars to be born under!'
I sighed to the sliver-moon most nights
and she nodded,
'Yes, yes.')
It was like standing in sea waves under the sun
and I wanted to tell you all the time:
With a tar-filled mouth
That mired steps and envied
microphones;
With aching, shaking hands that stumbled across keys,
and fumbled everything else...
Once upon a time, some boys approached me to
Inspect my necklace and
Everyone said it would go like this when
My spirit recognized you a long time ago,
and said,
"O' I see you..."
m.g. | "the train stops at the edge of this town, and I think now's a good time to get off"









