Fri
Jan
2
s l e e p i n g
My face is a wire
You cannot cross
You won my heart
But that’s your loss
You are not me
I am not you
We’re both ourselves
After a review
Of the sky above
It’s turning black
And I’m carving roses
On the back
Of the girl I met
In an old drug store
A place I remembered
From before
The bees all came
Chocolate like your eyes
And stung us to death
For our sordid lies
And there we fell
And there we wept
And there in silence
We all slept
