Nectar travels down your chin
At an alarming rate.
Won't forget, can't forget
The colour against your skin.
I'll admit I've been
Feeling a bit down.
But maybe soon I'll
Learn to mend.
Won't forget, can't forget
The colour against your skin
Against your skin
your skin
your skin
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
March 23rd, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:28 AM
Labels: dreams, photography, poem, relationships
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