fineprint

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she wakes up in the morning
pulls on her long sleeves
doing her best
to hide from her mother
she doesn't want them all reading
between the lines cause they always
get it so wrong.
she fakes her smiles
and goes about her business
not getting too close
or making moves that expose
in her peripheral vision she keeps everybody
at a distance she can handle
in her bedroom at night
she continues to write the lines she hides
the tears she cries cause she knows
exactly what's between the lines.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    Very Nice. I think we have all worn our long sleeves for the wrong reasons at times
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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