i wrote the bookA Poem by sea lily
i wrote the book
the trite how-to. how to love, without hope of loving (back, when we were in her bedroom and you peeked your eyes from under your strands) and the months numbered longer. and s**t, i'm a s**t. because i wrote the book where she had nothing left to lose. except the strange, gilded flower still salvageable find in me something remotely lovable? because i would stay. i swear i would stay. i promise i'm good enough i could sometimes be mean enough? even if we throw away our bodies on less than love. © 2010 sea lily |
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1 Review Added on July 20, 2010 Last Updated on July 20, 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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