Posted by TR White alone
on 5/5/2002, 11:06 pm
untitled one ( just a thought )
together
apart
with Cupid's broken feather
sitting still
in my unawoken heart
soon I will die
a token memory
half empty
stuck in a vase on your wine cart
beside the thorny side
of rose stemmed glory
and an abandoned butter tart
uneaten
because you bore me
but now I stay hidden
where I have seen
you in your playing space
sandwiched somewhere
inbetween
fake leather
and snakeskin lace
where I once adored to agree
unattached to my distorted face
now I sit on the floor so afraid
I b###hed until I turned lime green
outside a red milkshake shade
kept within the lost self esteem
that I bled everywhere
we have been awake
it must have now seemed
tear for tear
as we once dreamed asleep
sitting frozen
in chosen fears
rhymes
and nicotine.
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