"& if only the world could remain in a frame, like a painting on the wall.
I think we'd finally see the beauty then and stare at it in awe."





Thursday, September 16, 2010

Cinder & Ash:



Your lips push against my mouth;
just to keep the words from coming out.


But I let you in & you felt me up,
you're like drinking out of an empty cup.

(I've never felt so close; I've never felt so all alone.)

& I swear, it’s like trying to catch a ghost,
like dying to grasp smoke.


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