Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Poem from 5/25

At first I could not smell the ocean
The clouds shoved themselves in my mouth and nose
My ears, hair
Suffocating cocoon
Wet with the rain they brought along 
Massaging open my pores to take in more
Clouds, clouds, clouds.

Part of me will always wish it was him.

In all of my daydreams
I am the first to walk away.

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