Paper and Ink
*Written for a romance prompt*
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I'll make you forget you have friends
Heart pounding, eyes tracing
You'll swear it's the end
Of everything you thought you knew
Life before this wasn't as true
And you can pry as hard as you want
But there'll never be a me without a you
Hands a flesh knot
Fingers tied
Nerves on fire
Beneath eyes so tired
The clock on the wall is broke
The words are a wad in your throat
But now's not the time to choke
I can't feel my toes, they're cold
And the warmth of this embrace
Is not enough to hold
back the light; the dawn
That whispers in four ears
The melody of a swan-song
No regret
No feelings
No fear
That was it
Nothing happened
No one was here
...
The flourescent lights are blinding
The air is heavy and hot and binding
It clings to my lips and sticks to the green walls
That reach to the ceiling and line the halls
This skirt is too tight and the sun is too bright
The office smells of paper and ink
It mumbles and hums
You sit down next to me
The papers shuffle in with the file clerk
Who drops them and shuffles past
And you turn to me and ask
"Are you ready to get to work?"
*I repeat...this was written for a prompt. This isn't my actual life...my life isn't nearly as exciting.*
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I'll make you forget you have friends
Heart pounding, eyes tracing
You'll swear it's the end
Of everything you thought you knew
Life before this wasn't as true
And you can pry as hard as you want
But there'll never be a me without a you
Hands a flesh knot
Fingers tied
Nerves on fire
Beneath eyes so tired
The clock on the wall is broke
The words are a wad in your throat
But now's not the time to choke
I can't feel my toes, they're cold
And the warmth of this embrace
Is not enough to hold
back the light; the dawn
That whispers in four ears
The melody of a swan-song
No regret
No feelings
No fear
That was it
Nothing happened
No one was here
...
The flourescent lights are blinding
The air is heavy and hot and binding
It clings to my lips and sticks to the green walls
That reach to the ceiling and line the halls
This skirt is too tight and the sun is too bright
The office smells of paper and ink
It mumbles and hums
You sit down next to me
The papers shuffle in with the file clerk
Who drops them and shuffles past
And you turn to me and ask
"Are you ready to get to work?"
*I repeat...this was written for a prompt. This isn't my actual life...my life isn't nearly as exciting.*
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