Sunday, March 1, 2015

(XI) Brightest Dear Friend

Brightest dear friend,

I don't think it's safe
To drift amiss shooting stars
Aiming at your silicone heart

Like meteoroids
Timelessly thrown
Crushing every bone
As all your words
I hear begin to foam

I don't think it's safe
To live your life
At the center of any halo

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