new year's eve
>> Tuesday, December 27, 2011
new year's eve you'll find me
a star, stringed, hanging
upside down
a firework past its prime
three hundred and sixty four
days is an eternity
still i stay unfound
despite the witty repartees
we've stumbled over
in our rush to hurry time
perhaps i best forget
the passing year
and bring myself from sleep
and save the pool of tears
threatening to spoil
this stale cup of coffee
new year's eve you'll find me
or maybe not
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4 comments:
Sad.
Sad is not necessarily a bad thing, is it? Thanks for reading :D
Cris we are missing your work, we are missing you. We are sad, it is a bad thig.....
I miss you.
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