Do you remember
sitting on the on the couch
made of blue canvas
and broken hearts
and buttons sewn into cigarette
burns
I buried your words
behind the garden
with the black eyed suzans
there's a man
who tells stories to the
cracks in the pavement
and the earthworms on
the sidewalk
do you still whisper things
into your palms
when its too loud for
anyone to hear you
I broke all your
CDs in half
last night
the pieces cast rainbows
around my room
even though it was pitch black
I picked daisies from the field
made of tears
and stuffed them between the pages of a book
so I could keep them forever
then I jumped
hoping to fly
sitting on the on the couch
made of blue canvas
and broken hearts
and buttons sewn into cigarette
burns
I buried your words
behind the garden
with the black eyed suzans
there's a man
who tells stories to the
cracks in the pavement
and the earthworms on
the sidewalk
do you still whisper things
into your palms
when its too loud for
anyone to hear you
I broke all your
CDs in half
last night
the pieces cast rainbows
around my room
even though it was pitch black
I picked daisies from the field
made of tears
and stuffed them between the pages of a book
so I could keep them forever
then I jumped
hoping to fly
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