10.03.01 - 5:25 pm
another little poem i was able to stew, just thinkin about crap while listening to soul coughing.
Apathy's in Love
love will
gracefully bow her head,
and smile so gently and
so sly at me, i'll
be taken back, and every
instant of her laziness
i'll forget,
all the made up
misfortunes
i've endured, lost,
and in the peak
of her half-opened
brown eyes, i'll
see something i've never
pictured before in love:
myself.
