september 21A Poem by eena
wave the day by like it's
lost smoke, burning tobacco; I've got a monopoly on my own mind and it's high time I acted like it. I'm pretty sure this is classified as redundant but it's just that there's a whole lot to say and not enough words left to say it. roll my wrist around because I wake up hurting, sleep on my cellphone and say good morning: five am and I forget you five minutes into the phone call. it's just that september is so slow and baby this is all this is all I got. © 2010 eena |
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