[untitled]A Poem by sea lily
the clocks spin backwards,
to change it, a chance. but insides long deadened could not awake. and you never appeared. so ashes rise and dust my shoulders with their own barrage and meaning and i cannot find a feeling. i sigh over cotton and pretend as you pervade. every sense and uttered word your ghost. warped phantom, no longer friend. the woodsmoke got under my fingernails, infiltrated my hair, my clothes, my skin. i let it in. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on April 13, 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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