Tuesday, May 17, 2011

HOT FRIES BREATH

she asked me to write
she moves her hair back
after i read her my thoughts
rubs my dog gently
brookly loves her
my mom loves her
but i owe her the truth
that my tears collect at the corner of my eyes
from a heartbreak that happened a few months ago
i like her
she's beautiful
even when she's eating my hot fries
and watching old cartoons
someone like her
i want to give my all
and my all is not up for grabs
because their still lingering in someone else's hands

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