wishA Poem by sea lily
when it is late,
and the phone still rings i stare into cherry glass and dissolve into its contents. because one night i let you place me between your dried lips, my tip alight and burning to steal my essence. now running through stone decay with your voice to my ear i write bad poetry that i hardly even mean. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on February 14, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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