la pensée sauvage - the savage pansy (flyingover) wrote in randompoems,
la pensée sauvage - the savage pansy

does anyone read this anymore?

Don't move. I have something to ask you but i need your lips to open my mouth and i need your mouth to eat my words. Listen. Radio silence screams behind my ears. Two pessimists with fire burning through their fingertips, scorching skin and then rolling in salt and sweat. Yet I brushed off your tears. Hear me: it's true I'm repaying your advances, pulling your progress so far forward that we both lose our breath but remember i put your hand down on my face and remember: I love the desperate yellows and reds that paint themselves across the sky at night----
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