Have you ever listened to a song so often the chords and words lose all meaning?
This poem is like that song.
I wrote from the morning and through the dark empty night into evening,
This lie is like that song.
I scrape it up into a retched ball and angrily throw it out of sight and away,
This peace is like that song.
I write again anew afresh from the depth of a cinder I sparked yesterday,
But its still like that ******* song.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 12:27 PM UTC
Have you ever listened to a song so often the chords and words lose all meaning?
This poem is like that song.
I wrote from the morning and through the dark empty night into evening,
This lie is like that song.
I scrape it up into a retched ball and angrily throw it out of sight and away,
This peace is like that song.
I write again anew afresh from the depth of a cinder I sparked yesterday,
But its still like that ******* song.