Monday, June 9, 2014

june nine fourteen

she - 
our days beginning
our days end 
lunchtime 
and all the in-betweens 
the things we should say 
all the things we do 
the secrets we keep only to ourselves
candles that stay lit for all the things we're hopeful for 
the striving in our gut wishing we were better than we are 
the days we keep silent 
the days we tell
the countless dreaming before sleeping
the thousand rockets 
firing in our brain for every thought wished to spell out clearly
the simplicity of a single word
enough for today 
- is

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