Jumping onto NothingA Poem by Gin TsubasaOne of those sour romance poems. :)He can probe at your heart, then give you his, tying it to marionette strings. Invisible, little strings. His cigarette – smoke scent haunts, lingering to your plastic frame. Tiny, insignificant doll. The cigarette boy, with a mild drug aftertaste; he can be parasitic, thriving on how much you still love him. Attached, eternally, unwillingly. And in those icicle eyes you’ll remain, watched like a circus act; © 2008 Gin Tsubasa |
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorGin TsubasaJersey Shore :), NJAboutI are a writer. I has great grammer. :D But seriously. I'm a writer... have been for 6 years. At least. Maybe longer. But, hey, I'm a writer. You do the math. :) I'm currently a senior at my highsch.. more..Writing
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