Friday, October 14, 2005

its nothing.

the sky
is not what i think of
its the froth
that boils inside
like the frizz from a glass of beer
and then the stench of burnt skin
filling up the room
a whisper,
with the dislike within
and final goodbye
to all that was good within...


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uglygirl said...

I remembered your smiles
and your gentle caress
The way you'd once danced
in your black chiffon dress;
Dances and smiles that
you'd given to me,
But now I all I hold
is my heart's sharp distress.

uglygirl said...

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