Monday, November 21, 2011

Memories that play across the eyelids like silent films.

I'm with you through the grass plains
And the patches of bramble
Where we get tangled up into each other
Because that's what I promised.
& if I break mine, there's no need to expect for
You to keep yours, or keep me,
Or keep the memories.
The ones that bind,
Boa Constrictor grip around my neck,
Choking out the breath and tears.
I remember:
You said my eyes were more beautiful than ever
When oceans fell from them.

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