Wednesday, August 03, 2011

the Pleasures of being Short..

#1
I tend to disappear when things
get rough. I am made out of water
but i am all dried up.

#2
I am his lungs, blackened and
decayd. I am his heart, broken an
in the way.

#3
Listen to me softly, listen to me
sweet. the suns are dancing, an
the trees are asleep.

#4
My love is silent, frayed. But i
love her madly, at least today.

#5
Wait, do you hear that tune. It must
be the day, the day of the moon.

#6
Keep your eyes up,
for the ground
is nowhere
to be seen

#7
And my stomach burns w/
a nauseating chemical called
(apparently) llove..

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