future ex-boyfriendA Poem by petwolf
A sleight of hand
A subtle glance A quick touch The less I think Of it the more I know The longer I sit in it The more it grows Awkward words Choke my tongue An absence of solitude Makes me run Your songs, our voices Shut everything Out for now © 2011 petwolf |
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