i bet you are wondering
if i am angrier just thinking
of all the time wasted that
we spent together
i was spending all currency
of coping with disarray:
i was not sure the country
i was not sure the exchange rate
and now that you are away
don't worry
i don't care to contact you
in order to get the change.
this is my gift
i've opened the doors
and dusted out the disillusionment
this is my gift
i am blowing kisses goodbye
drained, out of breath
the days when i was holding myself
knowing i could not hold my arms out
to you.
the rust of our laughing voices, the rust
is refusing to corrode anything new
it loses its power the longer i walk
the longer the rain cleans the
wishes for left for dead
the rust of our laughing voices, the rust
is red and trusting dances all abandoned
i turn the flower around in my hands
i don't need to pull petals
i already know
l Already KnowA Poem by anaisbelieve© 2011 anaisbelieve |
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Added on October 6, 2011 Last Updated on October 6, 2011 AuthoranaisbelieveAboutBoot wearing, opera singing, punk piano playing, notebook carrying girl. more..Writing
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