windsweptlike your damn smile
piercing contagious,
washed-up drunkard like.
the snow falls as though
1954 sits outside,
flashing lights
and maddening grins.who wins?
five minutes.
no empress stopped time,
this is no jester's joke.
this is
five minutes,
every second a wrecking ball.
i guess that in the end,
all that mattered
was our smiles.
(still, i can feel your guilt)
.
4 comments:
whyyy did you go all creepy riley on me? i mean, it's good. but vague and makes me think i secretly pissed you off or ruined your life.
i like the photos, they're pretty.
the words are nice, too.
a snowstorm fell upon the land of wandering whimsy! the snow storm was called "annie's influence!"
white!
yeah i noticed large amounts of annie sprinkled all over this poem
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