that night when you kissed me, i left a poem in your mouth;
you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out
and it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written, i’m still working on my rhythm:
my tongue gets tied sometimes, my throat gets dry, my hands start trembling-
the only thing i’ve mastered is how to write a really good ending.
but i’m getting pretty tired of finish lines.
Andrea Gibson, Yarn [x]