Something good is going to happen
something inside of me is growing
a warm glow is on my tied face
and I am turning younger again
Is there something wrong with this mirror
my lines on my face are fading
they float to the floor
each one turning into words
I bend down and pick them all up
I run down the hallway
back to my computer
then tap them away
Do rabbits make good gun slingers
are clouds just marsh mellows
**** these words are not right
I must of left some in the bathroom
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Something good is going to happen
something inside of me is growing
a warm glow is on my tied face
and I am turning younger again
Is there something wrong with this mirror
my lines on my face are fading
they float to the floor
each one turning into words
I bend down and pick them all up
I run down the hallway
back to my computer
then tap them away
Do rabbits make good gun slingers
are clouds just marsh mellows
**** these words are not right
I must of left some in the bathroom
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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