Sandpaper

by remembertoexhale

Straight lines and painted walls
soccer ball of a moon
arrives too early in the day

And the planes are roaring overhead
my sandpaper hands rubbing everything I touch
into sawdust memories

The plasters I keep in my bag don’t do much good
when your sandpaper cheeks are against mine
protection never used to mean clean shaven
but I was never one to stay on the safe side anyway

And I don’t know who I am
but whoever that is
you seem to know best

Straight lines and painted walls
soccer ball of a moon
arrives too early in the day

And I’m homeless and heartless
but at home and in love with you
protection never used to mean clean shaven
but I was never one to stay on the safe side anyway

 

 

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