Sunday, March 4, 2012

your ghost is a light show at night.

the whole day my lips tingled, 
as if begging me to kiss her 
like a child pulling on its parents' shirt when it needs attention.
i kept running my teeth on them to stop the tingling 
but the tingling stayed
i've been a coward all my life
i couldn't be a coward anymore
i can't
not when it comes to you

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