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god
do i wish i wasted as much ink on paper
as i do on my arms
writing about something
romantic
like the girl who painted color
on the cheeks of a vitreous boy
with dead eyes
for the first time all year
or the way you can actually hear
your heart squeeze when you drive down
old boulevards where you spent summers
falling in love
but all i can write about
is the way your name has been waking me
from dead sleep every night this week
and there is nothing romantic about that
do i wish i wasted as much ink on paper
as i do on my arms
writing about something
romantic
like the girl who painted color
on the cheeks of a vitreous boy
with dead eyes
for the first time all year
or the way you can actually hear
your heart squeeze when you drive down
old boulevards where you spent summers
falling in love
but all i can write about
is the way your name has been waking me
from dead sleep every night this week
and there is nothing romantic about that
Published 21st Mar 2013
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Love it. Good use of poetic devices. Well done
Pleasant Reading...
~ScarletRaven~
Pleasant Reading...
~ScarletRaven~
21st Mar 2013 11:47pm
