Two Passive Lovers
- nova0715
- Feb 26, 2014
- 1 min read
He hands her a glass
Finishes his own
They lay still
Await the chemical courage
He scoffs, a bravado bluff
She laughs, a charitable giggle
In the black room
Bravery lacking
Eyelids grow heavy
Each second,
More unbearable than the last
Two passive lovers,
Buried beneath the grass
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