more.bad.poetry

where awkward private thoughts become public knowledge.

One Night

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Stars that glow like lanterns
Of travelers in the sky
Moving dream to dream.

Blushed pink lips invite
The softest kiss of your life
If you mind the thorns.

Dark clouds, day is night
Small feet echo over stone
Rushing to stay dry.

All that he could see
Was the dew drops in her hair,
Her smeared mascara.

Halfway across town
He longed for the scent of her;
Stale smoke and lilacs.

She stood a statue
And watched the birds dive, her breath held
Scared they were goners.

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Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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