Being My Valentine

February 13th, 2012 § 0 comments

I’m heading out for milk

But instead find myself

Standing in this place where I

Look at you

All over you

 

 

Once, with wild hair

You carved our names into a school desk

Now you collect my secrets

Rumpled and unwound

 

There are at least 50 colors

In your eyes alone.

 

 

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