And we never really did understand poetry did we? Not even our own.
Thats the point of it all.
I'm a bad dream.
The world is a movie we're trying to make.
We all get hiccups, some of us more often than others.
They're not here, only I am.
It'll always be that way.
Ghosts like their own space, just like I do.
Right here, right now, eardrums buzzing, wine trembling gently, one half curved smile
I've grown up- yippee!
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3 comments:
u need to grow up (kidding)
nice post !!
all d bst !!
keep writing n keep smiling :-)
Don't blame this sleeping satellite!!
:)
were you born before?
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