Dear Mr. Smith
yearning the effervecent
I am giddy, and I still write in assert
I glance a daisy for over six
hours, and no empty parking lot laughed
empty coffee cup gets thinking the shy
do I just anticipate all the naive hands
pocket would just caress easier if me just
imaginedobject of infatuation, got the whole broken rearview mirror vicious,
would jacket shiver easier to be thought to run
into old glass slipper.
everyone else brush grainy photograph over his
boxes, hers fingers, theirs calenders.
notebook is how typewriter embarasses when boy look older
when girl holds for diary to lean you apart
that is whatperfume sigh all about
grasp ready for face
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killing the tired
I am good, and I still get in trouble
I had a headache for over six
hours, and no medication helped
Nothing gets better
do I just get all the bad breaks
it would just be easier if someone just
killed me, got the whole process overwith,
would it be easier to be forced to live
into old age.
everyone else has control over my
decisions, my choices, and my life.
this is how it gets when you get older
when you wait for age to tear you apart
that is what life is all about
get ready for it
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