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9:39 a.m. : Friday, Aug. 02, 2002
woke up this morning remembering
that my piece of paper is flat
blank, motionless.
empty, gone…
stale cotton sheets glare
with the smell of sadness
lined up my clothes
walking away from me
across an unloved bed
rubbed my memories
raw on cold soap
crying against
boiling water
clothed my pain
in cotton and lace
ran away from my thoughts
drove away from
my hollow face
now upright…
a thousand downside
bad grammar lines
look for you
in stringed bad verbiage rhymes
all my pretty thoughts
wrapped around my heart
leave me starving for you
stretched my limbs
a thousand times
but still i never found your arms
woke up this morning remembering
that my piece of paper is blank
my future is
a thousand empty notebook lines
i hope you will help me write
i miss you…
sometimes before you say goodnight
i want you…
sometimes more than i can make right
bring your red pen on baby! bring it on! i fear you not. c'mere...
