Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Thursday, December 16, 2004
What about last time?
Last time
stale eyes
forever mine
no words,
no excuses,
no lies
this emptiness holds nothing,
only a moldy memory
lost time,
all the time,
forget the time
what about last time?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment