vomit

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
its wesnesday night
its two in the morning
I'm drunk as shit
I'm and its not even morning

I can't see the beauty that you bring
your beauty overwhelms me
and I can't even breath
your absence makes me tremble
and I wanna fucking rmemembmer
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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  • wow!
    i didnt know i had that affect on u



























    :p jk
    ur a wonderful poet patrick
    thanks for all the great poems,
    a great pleasure to have here
    ( ur style is very much like elliot smiths)...but still urs ofcourse
    Rarghstarfarian.
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    damn
    I didnt even remember posting this
    I was way drunk
    I should delete and put something else
    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.
  • Originally posted by Kwyjibo
    damn
    I didnt even remember posting this
    I was way drunk
    I should delete and put something else
    well ur pretty damn coherent for being drunk
    dont erase
    itll ruin the affect :)
    Rarghstarfarian.
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