And she cried out most theatrically,
"My spirit is with you and it is carried in the endless lows of your negligence."
What she meant to say was;
I feel as if;
I am the sleep you wipe from your eyes in the morning,
Or,
I am the ripped and stained pants you throw out,
Disregarded.
She carried on,
but to herself,
"oh, How dejection stings!"
Like the tearing of skin but duller.
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
And she cried out most theatrically,
"My spirit is with you and it is carried in the endless lows of your negligence."
What she meant to say was;
I feel as if;
I am the sleep you wipe from your eyes in the morning,
Or,
I am the ripped and stained pants you throw out,
Disregarded.
She carried on,
but to herself,
"oh, How dejection stings!"
Like the tearing of skin but duller.