what the hell?

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
we are so boring
together I mean
our friends start welcoming death
after an hour or two

I was writing you a poem
then I realized that you don't exist
and I'm sitting here
there's dirt all around me
there's no one here
I'm listening to happy songs
and writing happy poems
but I'm lonely
so god damned lonely

its late in the day
I'm well on my way
to passing out drunk

I just realized that its all a lie
you don't exist

you don't exist

I... don't know whats wrong with me
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like this one.
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  • Wow Pat... awww.

    I don't know. These days everything makes me feel like crying...

    <333

    Please be well sweetie. *hug*

    We'll talk soon okay? Okay. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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