Seventy

Seventy

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

You left me a mess; questioning stupidly

a wench, a wreck. I am alright for the moment, thank you.

Just left to ash,

a maroon-ambered pit of flames.

 

A crawling in the systematic flaws you crave.

© 2011 What happened to simple old me?


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. i know that feeling ... and so i also know that you express it extremely beautifully ...

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Added on October 31, 2011
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What happened to simple old me?
What happened to simple old me?

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'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..

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