so smoothe, my jacket.
rain pours on it, yet it consistently fails me.
these drops of inconsistency soak through.
i am not existent, therefore i don't believe.
i must see to believe, but my eyes are glued to the floor.
so laughable, this situation
if looked at through innocent eyes.
so smoothe, your cheeks.
my rain slides off them with the greatest of ease.
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2 comments:
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i like your blog alot!
and whatever this post is, song or poem or whatever, it's beautiful.
<3 becca.
oh your welcome!
you are really talented!
and you like sky eats airplane!
sweet.
they played at a bowling alley once at a town nearby.
i thought that was clever of them, lol.
<3 becca.
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