House of cards,
Little space.
"Draw the curtains,"
Happy place.
On the swings,
Gentle push.
"Touch the sky!"
Fleeting whoosh.
Running some errands,
Busy afternoon.
Grocery store music,
Catchy tune.
Quiet back alley,
Stabbing knife.
Laying on pavement,
Doubting life.
Cold storm strikes,
Washing away.
Sigh after sigh,
Feelings betray.
Dreary minutes pass,
Eyes blear.
Urge to cry,
Prisoner tear.
Ghostly vibe pulsates,
Hopes high.
One last breath,
Say goodbye.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
House of cards,
Little space.
"Draw the curtains,"
Happy place.
On the swings,
Gentle push.
"Touch the sky!"
Fleeting whoosh.
Running some errands,
Busy afternoon.
Grocery store music,
Catchy tune.
Quiet back alley,
Stabbing knife.
Laying on pavement,
Doubting life.
Cold storm strikes,
Washing away.
Sigh after sigh,
Feelings betray.
Dreary minutes pass,
Eyes blear.
Urge to cry,
Prisoner tear.
Ghostly vibe pulsates,
Hopes high.
One last breath,
Say goodbye.
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