hell on heels

Fuckity Fucks.
2012-04-03 12:51:18 (UTC)

short poem of the day....

I woke up to the sound of thunder with no rain
Hail in early spring

My writings will soon cease to exist
These words will remain meaning-less

I will never print a copy
Nor see my face on a magazine

I have a better chance of dying
My picture appearing only in an obituary

Who will read my thoughts on love and life
Will these entries continue to hide?

Maybe one day you will stumble upon my words
They will remind you of all that you have lost
All that you have hurt.




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