Laura-Marie Taylor
sleeping
After all the arguments are over,
look at the lines in my palm.
Hold me like a bundle of provisions.
Think about thunderstorm desert.
My heart is yours,
and my problems are yours also.
Think about how ferns look.
Think about how quiet it is.
sleeping
After all the arguments are over,
look at the lines in my palm.
Hold me like a bundle of provisions.
Think about thunderstorm desert.
My heart is yours,
and my problems are yours also.
Think about how ferns look.
Think about how quiet it is.
posted by Laura-Marie at 8:39 AM
1 Comments:
Reading this makes me feel peaceful by the end. The fight is over, we've made up, and now we hold each other with nothing but calmness.
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