Friday, April 22, 2005Trailing the SorrowI don’t want you to love me I’m fading like autumn leaves from the trees My skinny stalks, and knobby knees Notoriously unfashionable, like trends Faded in ink smeared magazine, the gloss Lipstick on a bathroom mirror, removed By the rub of an elbow, traces of DNA The smear of tears down my cheeks A... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:26 AM Comments (6) (permalink) |
