Prometheus von Cornsilk (kingnixon) wrote,
Prometheus von Cornsilk

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you know that time of year,
she asked him,
when the sky looks a little more blue?
as they sat on opposite sides of the bed,
and the grass looks a little more green?
with his head resting in his hands,
and the air feels like it could take a bite out of you?
and his heart worn on his sleeve,
and at 6:30 every night the world turns gold?
unwilling to breathe another breath,
and the leaves are ready to give up and fall?
until she answered him
That's when I'll love you.
-Brittany Pye

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