Glass Orchids

6/7/06 00:06

You lied to me. You can't even love me around this.

 8/7/06 15:49

Your scent on my pillow after you're gone away for the next city.

Your soft lips on my neck when I plead "kiss me here".

The days in which I live from one fantasy to the next and fall tired on the bathroom floor; the nights in which I point and laugh and cry into the bedspread.

In transit.


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