July 10, 2012
the sea of gin and tonic

folded into paper
boats,
these letters,
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
into the seas
of gin and tonic,
bleeding colors
into the clear skies,
things we hate
but have come
to accept,
things we love
but have come
to live
without.
seeping
into broken ice,
the words we scream
when no one
is listening,
the same ones
we swallow
when we kiss
and mutter
as we tightly hold
those for whom
they were
written. 

2:16am
Filed under: spilled ink poetry 
  1. readers-corner reblogged this from theremiss and added:
    Note: This is really beautifully written.
  2. artisticveins said: Really beautiful.
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  4. dimasmoonbeams said: The last eight lines are wonderful.
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