blue boyA Poem by highonwords
i never went into the head-clouds with you,
for you are the bones of the boy you were yours is a clock's face skipping time, with loose hands soon, you will be food for the birds, in your last hours, you will be a blue boy once again, reading books in the woods,littering the way with bits of papers your first poem is tucked between walls, that holds your last breath entwined with your first kiss, the first time you made love with books was the only time you really thought about love, now you crouch on the bed-corner, encased in brittle skin, trying to catch the scent of your lovers, and the words they said to you shine like tears in your eyes, you've been in love, you've been loved in return i will keep the nightstand on for the next forty days, i will leave the doors and windows open, i will look for you everywhere © 2016 highonwordsReviews
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1 Review Added on March 7, 2016 Last Updated on March 7, 2016 AuthorhighonwordsAboutNOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..Writing
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