cluttered
her eyes are weapons, deep and
sharp and blue. and not
just blue like the sky, but
like those turquoise waters in
the keys, the
ones that leave you
forever seeing in a
tinted shade. or "dark blue,
dark blue," with andrew mcmahon pictures
on her walls and
11:11 am in her thoughts. don't
understand? not important.
she understands you.
half-thinking en español,
ella necesita un bolígrafo, she has
to write it down or
she'll forget it and
you will too. her mother
told her to
clean her room and
her mind or
it won't get
any better.
ella desee para nada, porque
nadie comprende.
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The arrangement of the lines
The arrangement of the lines makes it all the better
:)
"I think you can let go of my arm now." -M
"And your waist?" -C
"If you don't mind." -M
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Sorry, that was taken WAAY out of context. It's from a short story I like.
Thank you!
Thank you!