Eyes Awake, Hearts Still SleepA Poem by Brittany
getting drunk and ready to fight your hands smell like cigarette smoke you trace 'I'm sorry' down the curve of my jaw
my kisses smell like cheap whiskey but they say "I'm sorry too"
we drink to our short-comings making a silent pact not to talk of them
and as the wind flits through the blinds we realize too late we now have nothing to say © 2010 Brittany |
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Added on July 26, 2010Last Updated on July 26, 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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