Trust Fall
Only in the sunset,
the wind blows
my sleeves
against the hair on the back
of my hand. "His heavy clothes
always looked
so comfortable..." The leaves
are changing, just not
fast as I want them.
Three damn palm trees
in a row like green,
swaying fireworks.
I want them to snap.
I refuse to trust
their stuck-up limbs.
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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