unclutteredA Poem by rbrt99Your foot is upon the kitchen chair, noticing a little dust on the canvas of the ked’s toe edge. If we had just kept running, for no reason, stayed in dusty playgrounds so to speak, living un-seriously in the L.A sunlight. Your hand is on my shoulder without pretext or apprehension. Noticing your dress is faded from the washes, the puffed sleeves repeatedly unstylish. If we had just been arm in arm without a plan, just reading to the lonely, making bread for anyone, as easily as smiling. Your eyes never got old, to me, if we had just kept lives uncluttered, like a rented room, left with just the crease on the spread, where some one else will sleep next. © 2016 rbrt99Reviews
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Added on May 29, 2016Last Updated on May 29, 2016 Author |