08/23/15
untitled 76 my eyes are the clouds
in seattle, washington skies,
they continue to rain
throughout the day
my collarbones are a rope
being pulled towards you
by your touch
my hair is a tree
as high as the rockies
your hands keep grasping
its branches
There you have it, a poem from August because I have 0 inspiration yet again. Hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful rest of your week! See you again on Tuesday!
xoxo, Aubs
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