Tuesday, September 25, 2007

she is happy

she lives for the moment

and the moment is mostly good

until the sun sets

and it's dark in no man's land

and she can't sleep for fear

so she curls up in a little ball

and she softly cries

her hands and her face are wet with flowing tears

finally, she is gone

and she does this day after day;

night after night

she's so pretty

her essence is pure and untouched

but her face begins to show the ravages

of debauchery and self-will

almost totally irrevocably unmitigatedly hopeless

she seeks love

or oblivion again

she crashes on the grass

and is gone again

and all she wants is to be gone again

or loved.

Sometime its not that i dont want to be nice or good to you , im tryin to

its i dunoe hw to.

@ 9:54 PM

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