soft sheets
we were young, we got seasick
my street
in foreign tongues, they drooled and dripped
onto the concrete
near my bare feet
fuck this off beat
in quarter notes and sixteenths
in seven eighths, and thirteen eighth meter
made my head spin
we were young and left heart sick
we were dumb and left homesick
ain't it sweet outside?
the april air reminds me of
not being worried, and escaping shaky hands
your kisses made me calm
like you were breathing air into my lungs,
every time our lips locked.
soft sheets,
we were young , we got seasick.
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