Poetry For Everyday People
Long Night
Her eyes are as pretty
as diamonds in the rain
she's my girl
you mother f's
don't know
what this house
smells like
candles burning
lilac
cotton
black cherry
cinnamon
lavender
jasmine
cup cake
memories
stirred up
by fools
we can have
a 401K
by not spending
on candles
but
we need these
smells
love melting
in sofas
climbing walls
exploding
in wine bottles
open for the sky
to pour something real
blowing out
the last candle
of the night
remembering
we're not dead.
as diamonds in the rain
she's my girl
you mother f's
don't know
what this house
smells like
candles burning
lilac
cotton
black cherry
cinnamon
lavender
jasmine
cup cake
memories
stirred up
by fools
we can have
a 401K
by not spending
on candles
but
we need these
smells
love melting
in sofas
climbing walls
exploding
in wine bottles
open for the sky
to pour something real
blowing out
the last candle
of the night
remembering
we're not dead.
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