I decided to write with my eyes closed and my heart open
so far;
It's not working out.
****
You can always taste
the moment right before
you start plummeting
to the earth
face first
with your aspirations laughing
all the way down...
And I saw the face of
True desperation
when I met you at the climax
of this cinematic thriller
So here we are
getting drunk off
the past
too naive to let go
of what was.
But It turns out the present
has a funny way of
reminding you
exactly where you really are
***
my legs grew numb from the exaggerated story lines and learned to walk on their own. Taking me home where the heart is. but leaving me at the door step of
uncertainty.
yet it seems I'm counting the seconds until I can forget again.
Author notes
I'm rambling.
But thats 2 am writing for ya.
A contest entry
- Is Dirty Pretty a Lost Cause? by Hell In Harmony.
6500 points, ended July 22, 2008, 37 entries
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Comments
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there was a few good lines. I liked the free verse. <3
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