Saturday 16 July 2011

Palms


67
you’re out-
of your good looks
there’s no more around
it’s run out now
no more squirming through
no more just being you
oh-
rain falls
what else would it do?
Sun  shines
Just not on you-
You’re out---of luck


128
she comes,
you come,
but it’s different-
but she-
can’t tell-
yet-
and you won’t tell her-


170
so you leave her
and she moves on
and you remember only good
but if you’d ask her
you’d know
that she’ll never ever ever ever
let you go-oooooooooooooo


GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO GOO WAAAAA AAAAAAH.

FACE CRACKS WITH LONELINESS
TIME PEELS BACK
MY FACE
PAGES.



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