stars on my ceiling.

May 12th, 2005 | Poetry |

sometimes, i think of you
and i smile
then i’ll remember
long walks
long talks
your soft touch
your sweet kiss
fucked up days
love making all night
last full shows
morning calls
sometimes, i think of you
and i smile
then i’ll remember
those plastic stars on my ceiling
(the ones that you gave me)
they still shine.



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