…
my fingers are too buttery
to lace with yours,
and the floors
are sticky with regret.
it’s no one’s fault,
but as the credits close
all i’m left with
is my own salt.
.
…
my fingers are too buttery
to lace with yours,
and the floors
are sticky with regret.
it’s no one’s fault,
but as the credits close
all i’m left with
is my own salt.
.
I wish they’d not serve food in the theatre. It’s too mucky. 😜
>
This upsets me for some reason. It’s a light lie that’s really very heavy and pained.
I agree – this is a sad one. The title belies its weight.