Author: kissing walls PM
fuck that, darling - i'm still alive. /collectionRated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Chapters: 3 - Words: 360 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-28-10 - Published: 02-07-10 - id: 2772726
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i do not want to cuddle our love,
wrapping it in my arms like a dying child
with golden curls.
i want to fling it from the rooftops
&see if that motherfucker can
and i want you to try to catch it.
to stretch out your hands,
(like they were,
when you dragged them
and ininininininin her - )
- warmth will pool against the concrete
when the blood seeps through.
because you can't catch worth shit,
and they've already got the chalk to
but i will not let them trace us
in salvation-shining white,
because i can say with certainty
is not our color.