pony express - 01
little larkspur,
i'm jealous, i'm fickle, i'm such a girl.
i can hear your voice through the speakers getting smaller and smaller and further and further away. old western hero riding off into the sunset, credits rolling. rewinding. title card flashing. never letting go.
here lies a sensation i dread, i welcome, i have seen risen from the dead. this time filling me near full. this time. time is a mean executioner, black hood heavy, leaving me behind but springing when i'm at my lowest. how many times has my head rolled?
that knocking in my brain, i've yet to answer because i know it's not you. i don't want to answer if it isn't you.1 cowbell ringing secret code, and the rap-rap-rapture on my patio. the bottoms of your shoes click-clack cracking walnut wood.
scarlet twilight, cattails at the pond, i'm a selfish child who hasn't learned to share. i know the word but i hate its sound. please don't think little of me. it must be okay to want. god must have wanted his children to want.
one quick shot; bottle rocket pop. nothing and nobody is in my way except my own damn self and a million other things i can't control.
1. and i always know who's at the door.
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