your glass looks like a cracked lollipop.
your shirt blends in with the grass
and your voice is low like thunder.
A caterpillar is crawling up the leg of your jeans
And I save it.
You don't want to get lost between skin and fabric.
Or do you?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
March 18th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 1:21 AM
Labels: photography, poem, relationships
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