Monday, January 11, 2010

i could write a book about you


The blood that pumps through your veins is ice.

you can barely stand it yourself,
but your sunshine smile comes
and thaws your lungs.

sitting in the sunlight
eating plastic fruit
i guess this is youth
"i told you so." (your trademark line)

i'm so stubborn i have to laugh at myself.
you laugh too,
and your hands are warm.

No comments:

Post a Comment