Monday, July 29, 2013

No title. This is pretty old.

I need you.
The damp blue chill of this fall night haunts me.
Coiled up in bed, my journal tucked tight to my chest, I pray.
A tear drops onto my pillow.
The leaves blow outside my window.
That song they keep playing on the radio,
the blur of your eyes,
Blue chills me.
Makes me think back to summer cherishes.
A swimming pool underneath the artwork of a discreet blue sky.
And I know where I stand with you, all over again.

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