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By Savannah Haze Date: 2004 Nov 08 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.08.00.24.24196]] |
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Frustrations overwhelming When will it be my turn? My window of opportunity to break is broken. Autumn. The leaves die and take my memories. reds greens yellows beautiful. anger jealousy cowardice shame I spend my days being strong, my nights, so tired, I can't even be weak. Our shells strike together in passing, a beat slower than even our hearts. Will we ever come together, completely, and lick each other's wounds? I love you but your smile eludes me. What is they say about rainy days and Mondays? The black clouds hang lower than my head. Will we beat this? |