Author: SocratesAngel PM
.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 98 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-09-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2374164
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you only call me
but I'd pass out next to you if I could,
an array of liquor above my head.
I'd stand in line with you,
hand in hand,
for a movie or for coffee,
if it wouldn't be worthless (scandalous).
Passing eyes on the street,
an unheard murmur of acceptance and roses;
music and apologies,
rises through the air.
So your eyes can smile at me now,
a revelation of past occurrences,
your grace and stature always stoic and demanding.
spindle's end away from obnoxious,
our innocence never existed.