My confessions in fragments
Today I failed to starve myself
And the cigarette I smoked made me guilty
Dry Lips
Walking home
I saw a few lonely stars in the sky
And I felt like someone was following me
Maybe it was my own shadow
Tomorrow will be full of bones.
And the cigarette I smoked made me guilty
Dry Lips
Walking home
I saw a few lonely stars in the sky
And I felt like someone was following me
Maybe it was my own shadow
Tomorrow will be full of bones.
posted by hilary at Tuesday, October 11, 2005
2 Comments:
this is fantastic.
and i can relate.
the last four lines really drew me in.
This is a very good poem. Thank you for your kind words.
David
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