McHugh By The TracksA Poem by Brittany
I'm in bed with Old Latrobe the green glass cool and wet
on my lips
I feel hopes dying and dreams disappointing and the amber is bitter biting the back of my teeth
The train is coming down the tracks like barrels on bones the whistle screams
WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
I take another drink and think about the way your skin felt against mine and how in the dark I could sense your smile
Now I'm alone with Old Latrobe bitter on my lips the glass-green amber dies at the back of my teeth
The train is coming down the tracks
bones whistle barrels screaming
WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
and the thought of your smile on my skin
is dying in the dark
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2 Reviews Added on May 23, 2010 Last Updated on May 23, 2010 AuthorBrittanyMTAboutI don't know me. And, you don't know you. We fit so good together 'cause I know you like I know myself. more..Writing
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