Sunday, 21 September 2008


Pillars and posts aren't really my thing
I wanted to be your life
Not placed on the curb and staring in.
This is not how I pictured idyllic,
Your perception is a little faded
Your watery smile somewhat jaded,
A missed call fractures air
Cold text words don't prove you care.
Thank you colon bracket
I know you're less than three
And it wasn't ever truly me.
Painted I fainted from oxygen starvation
But from your mouth the actual flow ceased.
The dead batteries mean rest I in peace.

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