Friday, January 11, 2013

First Day of My Life

After tonight, I don't know if I'll ever write again. My veins are full of you(th). My final thoughts are that my life ends tomorrow morning. I don't want to sleep. I don't want any single second to be wasted for the rest of my time here.

I just want you. After this, the poet dies. You were the beginning, and the end. And I'm lost without you.

xx
"Listen well, will you marry me?"
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2 comments:

  1. jacJanuary 13, 2013 at 7:00 PM

    i think i was blind before i met you.

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  2. xoxoFebruary 4, 2013 at 10:17 AM

    poets are broken. but the broken arent all poets. "mind what you have learned, save you it can."

    you never know, kid.

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