09-25-2015, 02:39 AM
The season finally slumps
and in the tender light
behind the pane,
tired glances upon swirling
glasses;
couples pretend worlds
from their worn leather
couches,
and fade away on a warm
brass note.
I got used to looking at it like that before I saw it right. I'm not sure if that's what I would have put. But they're your decisions.
and in the tender light
behind the pane,
tired glances upon swirling
glasses;
couples pretend worlds
from their worn leather
couches,
and fade away on a warm
brass note.
I got used to looking at it like that before I saw it right. I'm not sure if that's what I would have put. But they're your decisions.