worn
| October 18, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
can’t seem to tell whether it’s the glare from the sun or having no one that makes me stare a little harder, try to read the fine print that freckles your wince, catch on to the subtext that sends me anew, press harder into your skin so i can leave my mark and come back again..only to realize i stepped away without an ounce of your scent, that i was the one who couldn’t carry your grace, so much so, that these short trysts with the night all just subside..along with the light that would wake us at dawn..and like all days but not darks, these times i treasure, all come to an end. each time i believe, i am left further away, as i don another dress that knows me far better than to let me pray.
