Here are some old poems that I came across while rummaging through storage yesterday. They're all Untitled:
Wilderness of crazy hair
Entraps an oval face
Guided by a faulty light
That shines to another place
Walks alone in cold despair
Through dark & treacherous night
Breathes in and out the poisoned air
As she reaches for the light
>>>>>>
Calling you
In fits of
Greed
Another chance
Repentance
Even
Then I knew if
The truth would
>>>>>>
In fits of
Greed
Another chance
Repentance
Even
Then I knew if
The truth would
Ever
Stay >>>>>>
You sleep
And I hate you
I rise with the sun
Can't sleep til dark again
Makes me feel empty
I need the sun
The breeze
The smell of day
You need the moon
The stars
The mystery of night
How can it work?
Day and Night
Cannot be together
They have but mere moments
In common
>>>>>>
And I hate you
I rise with the sun
Can't sleep til dark again
Makes me feel empty
I need the sun
The breeze
The smell of day
You need the moon
The stars
The mystery of night
How can it work?
Day and Night
Cannot be together
They have but mere moments
In common
>>>>>>
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