im ddeadA Poem by brianna vega
i woke up dead
two thirty in the afternoon and your eyes are still closed though i roll you over begg for your answer you act as if im not there until probing and tickling drive you to words then u pronounce mee dead state that lasts nights events have murdered me in your eyes its now four in the afternoon youve disappeared to play war and left me in bed naked alone deceased © 2011 brianna vega |
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Added on October 22, 2011 Last Updated on October 22, 2011 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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