overA Poem by mis wa photozoid
it's over
the fight is through raising the white flag my hand in defeat scarred, bruised, broken epic fail got hit by an ice cream truck the shadows take over envelops all over me get up, get off walk away no looking back i lit my 3 day old cigarette exhale spit the bitter taste in my mouth it's over without even realizing it a dead star a rodent run over in the street a flat line a dying light it's over the smoke in my lungs comforts me © 2010 mis wa photozoid |
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Added on August 27, 2010 Last Updated on August 27, 2010 Author
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