I wanna jump jump jump rope and play hop hop hopscotch and drink brandy overlooking the sea and never ever forget and swim as a fish amongst starfish [your eyes blue with dots of red, yellow, green] crawl crawl crawling over barnacles and watch the clouds float by in unrecognized intangible shapes and rollerskate with you on that crumbled cement road and so a secret kiss brings madness with the bliss, but I'm asleep at the wheel again and we're going off that beaten path and my heart sometimes takes the shape of a tiny ball of fury and I could say anything right now, true or false, and it would all sound the same same same with my staccato laugh as punctuation to every conversation and how I'm missing your hands- oh god, your hands, so vast and rough and unexpected- and I'm dreaming of Paris in autumn and lovely peacoats and knowing Latin and hope and wonder and every relationship I've ever destroyed and apocalyptic fright.
Do some bridges burn themselves?
Do some bridges burn themselves?
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malloreigh:
also, i think some bridges fall into disrepair and crumble. they don't necessarily burn themselves, but they fall anyway.
lemonkid:
What color are my eyes? I think that they're green.