a poem.
>> 1.05.2010
Woman, broken
Waging war in her rags
Are you jingling your paper cup at me?
I haven nothing to give
Only my eyes
They burn through
Beg, woman, forgiveness is not certain
And the moon laughs
at you
An invocation? Bewitched
Pass me by
For I have nothing to give
4 comments:
I love the fact that you are writing and being creative, but DON'T SMOKE! - YOUR MOTHER.
Mom, I'm in Paris. :) Love youuuuuuuuu
I won't smoke- when I come home. Hahaha. Kidding. At least i'm being honest.
I absolutely adore this picture. :)
- Daniel
ya i'm gonna second mom on this one...kiss that awesome skin good-bye...
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