"This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentances build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point baracade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close."
Monday, March 21, 2011
even when the sun goes down.
and the temperature drops.
and the ghosts trickle in through the cracks in the wall.
even when flocks of friends turn into few
and promises break on the shore.
i know you are there, you're always there.
in the back of my mind (with a sunflower in hand)
you are the thought i think the most.
you are the taste of watermelon on a hot summers day.
you are the feel of a soft knitted sweater in the cold of winter.
you are the excitement of a roller coaster ride in the june holidays.
you are the friend that never leaves, never lies and never hurts.
you are the pinky swear in fourth grade.
you are the forever carved on a maple tree trunk.
you are the arms that hold and the hand that wipes away the blues.
more than i deserve.