dusty song

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
little moth fluttering by me
dreams of butterflies
on his dusty wings
a love now lost
that common betrayal
little moth tears
make a muddy trail

a less-than-graceful decline

now everyone knows

you're no longer caught

eating through grandma's clothes
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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  • :D No poems make me smile like Pat's poemssssssssssses. :D

    I lurve this, Pat. :D
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • Very cool..thanks for sharing
    Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
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