That Girl
/ 20.Aug.2007 05:02 PM
That Girl Who Sits Next To You In Class
Her heart beats swiftly, and so does her father
(’s,) an alcoholic for fresh blood,
blood trapped in skin, slowly dying,
fading and yellowing like innocence.
Abhorred nostalgia,
like innocence…
she is.
That girl who sits next to you in English class
has beautiful, ugly things
to say. She could fill and
break hearts with her words.
But you’ll never hear them,
(because they’re in parentheses.)
All this stuff is © Justin Brown 2007 or whatever year it is. But if you want to use it I can't really (read: don't have the time or patience to) stop you.
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