remainsA Poem by Matthew Young
over the remains
our summer fling forms into a quick sculpture of sure suicide we took it all in way too fast all of those kisses and cuddlings added up against us the paintings from our outings to art galleries watch us fail they laugh that dreaded laugh laced with acrylic poison pushing up and out of our sickened hearts it ends here for now my love i will remember you in these poems for some time to come © 2010 Matthew Young |
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Added on December 5, 2010 Last Updated on December 5, 2010 Author
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