Author: speakeasy-love PM
because I cause trouble.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 154 - Published: 02-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2893814
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don't tell me about it again!
this air is fucking old and I have been
landlocked for like, 3 days.
and when I find him, and I really do
find him like a seed in sand
yearning to grow! but he does not.
don't tell me about it again
I said! this place I know all too
up and down, all night long. like
I would have been lucky to be found
by that big great light in the corner
of his eye. and just around the curves of his
smile his intentions are seen running.
don't tell me about it like I don't know!
I don't want to hear about it.
don't tell me again.
I know what it means
when he does not call.
and but that I mean
with his eyes over
the table at noon,
I'm in the fucking doghouse.