'Cuz what you don't know
are the things I leave
unsaid.
Monday, September 7, 2009
.
i am shattered like crushed butterflies coloured red smeared across blank white walls my wings splutter and fall under your feet cement and marble tiles and tears there is no compassion in your voice in your feet.
2 comments:
There is something about your poetry, your imagery, much like the things I see in my mind.
the stark earthy vividness of nothing at all.
im glad someone understands. :)
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