Autumn Acclamation
I feel ill,
Like a fallen leaf,
Ready to crumble,
With a step.
This undeserved guilt,
Never leaves me,
Covering my mouth,
Like seran wrap.
So easliy could I,
Reach up and tear,
It from my face,
But so difficult.
How long until,
I snap,
In half,
With indecision?
How long until I die?
Like a fallen leaf,
Ready to crumble,
With a step.
This undeserved guilt,
Never leaves me,
Covering my mouth,
Like seran wrap.
So easliy could I,
Reach up and tear,
It from my face,
But so difficult.
How long until,
I snap,
In half,
With indecision?
How long until I die?
posted by Cayenne at 7:19 AM
2 Comments:
I like the title for that. It's lovely.
hmm mnyesss, candace. i found your blog quite inquisitive, mmnyess.
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anyway. you should post some more? I want to know what the hell the rope was about in your story you were writing. I like reading your stuff, you're very good. You might even say it makes me... tingly? yes, maybe.
I miss you, buddy! We have an understanding!!
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