8.7.15

I would soothe myself
With the frosting of a sweet word
As I gave it to you
And its splendor would carry us to sleep
And that was enough
But people are louder now.

I would celebrate your smile
And the canopy it raised
To protect us from the sun
And the heat of contempt
And that would carry us to sunset
But people are louder now.

But the smallest pleasures are stale
And the peace we knew, deleted
Here depleted by stones the others threw
And this is where we stand
Our heads in the fucking sand
Because people are louder now.

#creativespringboard

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