Bloat
A sprinkle of glass showered down my face.like snow.
Blue rays gettin reflected in the puzzle laying
on the ground.
i swear i could see my dead uncle's face
in that stone.
When the sun comes around everyone gets
happy again and they dance around the street
When she comes around i feel happy.
she always got a thousand smiles to shower
down and paint the emotional desert inside
my mind with funny colours again.
As i layed the puzzle i felt whole again, but
she was forever gone, the glass from the
old womens living room, had been broken
for sometime it looked like, she didn't live
there anymore.
i swear i could see a different human looking
back at me in the window, an different
pathetic man i never seen before.
could that be me.. i guessed.
Oh, razorface on the sharpest edge of time.
They walk by you wasting their lives...
Oh,razorface soon it's our turn to cut thru
again...
dont quote me on that.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-05-27 at 01:56
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