♥ A Poem by iviedoeloves ♥|
December 29, 2004 at 07:42 pm
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I'd like to be able to write,
Something lacking with the spite,
It's to real,
And it smells like rot gut.
I'm in a rut,
Of staring at that deaf dumb and blind mime,
In the mirror.
Her eyes are death lurking up on me,
Maybe the meds aren't working today,
Maybe tomorrow it will all be o.k.....
Maybe death will finally prevail...
For nobody sails...
No one fails like me.
It doesn't look like a happy sappy,
Sort of day to write-
But I'll be o.k.
I'll be alright.
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