melancholyA Poem by sea lily
caged,
in the communal studio, with the white white walls. forced, to stare into purple-shadowed eyes and duplicate in charcoal. dafydd paints apples, rotting, from his teethmarks. and he bleached his hair since he discovered art. we came here, to feel something. i, to find my heart. now, i oversleep on purpose, sick of waking in the dark. © 2010 sea lily |
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3 Reviews Added on January 26, 2010 Last Updated on January 26, 2010 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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