veronaA Poem by sea lily
take me to verona,
in the heat of the summer sun. sticky pseudo-europe and the teenagers with their plastic cups. bearded buskers lending their continental sound- but i am back here facing my fear and my throat that chokes in the white, white rooms and the clouds of dust. grab it by the handle and close the door. the remainders of the years gathered up my paper and charcoal in the boy's toilets "gay is just rong" someone scrawled across they sure told me... and why are these doors locked? found my brain had shrunk at the art school. fell to my knees in the dust at the art school. took to my feet and started to run. © 2010 sea lily |
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2 Reviews Added on May 21, 2010 Last Updated on May 21, 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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