my defiance |
a warm breeze of breath, the stale smell of here, now.
leave me arid
leave me cracked
i couldn't just rub it off.
i wouldn't in its sincerity.
this permanence is a snow storm and i, stubborn,
wet san...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 23:30:00 GMT |
*Filed, 1/26/07, 18:44* |
We could complain.
For the price of life
Which we pay in full,
It takes a life-time to earn.
I think this might be where we miss out
On why.
Though, we leave behind a chance
For our blood to have a ne...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 16:40:00 GMT |
