Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by silo, Jul 16, 2008.

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  1. silo

    silo Well-Known Member

    today i'm just a paper doll
    cut me out
    and dress me up
    and burn me when you're done
    tomorrow i will
    wake again
    smashing bottles on the walls
    while they spill
    into the dust
    until the world's gone
    crazy with drunken trees
    then it's december
    and the years taste like charcoal
    so i crush them
    into shapes
    in the room you left empty
    but all of my pictures have your eyes
    and i have to look away
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    THis is lovely! I especially like the last two lines. Sad but very beautiful.:smile:
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    great poem :hug:
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