DISCLOSURE: This poem is not stolen, but rather based off of a dream someone else had that was submitted to a Tumblr blog. Nevertheless, out of guilt for the idea being unoriginal, I have titled the work "Stolen Poem"
"This," you say, "is going to take a very, very long time"
And you hold my hand as you say it
And you look straight up as you hold my hand
And your eyes flash back and forth as you stare at nothing
And I watch you as your eyes flash back and forth
"That's OK," I say as I watch your mouth twitch
And I squeeze your hand a little harder as I say it
And I smile softly as I squeeze your hand
Then let the smile fade and just lie back,
Back until we can't be told apart
Until we are just one corpse with fingers knit
In a grave for two beneath your bed
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Something Unbearably Pretentious
PoetryA collection of poetry in no particular order and on no particular subject. Don't mind the cover, I didn't want to spend time making one so I'm using a scan of a drawing page full of this guy I made who kinda looks like how the internet draws Spamto...
