I sat watching the curls in her hair
With every moment
When her eyes come to view
My heart beats faster
And I'm lost in a whirlpool of confusion
Earlier that night
The sky was watercolor filth
And now a beautiful painting
A stormy playground
She seemed quite amused
as I was too
That my words came like a car
struggling to turn on
(the keys in my ignition must have broken)
The kiss was a shock sent through my core
my lips were chapped and I couldn't move
heart like a sinking ship
Through chills under my soaked dirty undershirt
all I could think...
"I'm so glad I kept her warm"

03/20/2009

Posted on 03/20/2009
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