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Eleven:Seventeen
Offline. That’s what the message box said.
You told me to wish on your laptop’s time
It was six minutes late
My wish couldn’t have counted
So there should be no harm in telling you now.
I wished for you and for all of you.
Pulling down at the edges of the sky
Wrap your stars as a blanket around you
Let the intense heat and pressure course through
Clear your head.
Let the diamonds fall back to coal.
Throw your tears to the sea and wish on them
Wish to breathe in treble and expel bass clef
Become the notes scrawled onto my manuscript paper
Swell with the strings.
Ritard accordingly.
Crush your pillow to your chest
Pretend that it breathes like me
It tells you stories and runs steady fingers through your hair
Don’t be sad.
The love stays when I‘m gone.
Let your hips roll and your body sing
For four minutes and fifteen seconds
Speak with silence and the space between
Breathe love.
Breathe me.
Comments
emogothgirl
Tue, 2013-02-19 09:58
ah, beau :)
if anyone could figure it out of course it would be you! that actually just made my day, thank you for the read and the insght.
mag
Frenchf
Sat, 2013-02-16 15:06
This is lovely
He is at one end of the computer. You the other and he has his pillow and you your messages.
emogothgirl
Tue, 2013-02-19 09:59
almost
you dropped a letter once or twice, but yes, essentially that.
thanks,
mag