She pens a timeline
GoodBadGood
Collapse.
...They have both lost their love divine..
He drives uselessly
forhours
Nothing Matters.
And all the ex-lovers
seem to become poets,
poets that try to capture,
with their words,
an injured bird.
Flapping and rolling
and flapping and
smacking itself
true to the fashion
of a human.
Boiling itself over
in a puddle of oil-
polluted water.
And they decide to tell
the world and "start a band".
And they name it something
starting with "the" or an
adjective and sing of their lost
loves and the injustices
they've endured and all the people
living and dying
and other shit that's already sung about
and just
so dead.
...Dying and living..
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Written December 20th, 2005
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True.
Oh my goodness! Is this about where we live? lol jk I enjoyed this because it's so..well, true to life, as we know it. Like..everyone know someone like this or, someone is like this themselves. Either way, this piece is really easy to understand and relate to, and it was a joy to read. One of my favorites, I think.
Keep up the awesome work! =)
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