suchgr8heights
Sep 29, 2004
Here are a couple of mine from my journal...just wanted to repost them in the appropriate forum. The truck can run me over The truck can swerve and reject The truck may take a different turn...
a history of misery unfolds with every drink
you sigh heavily in distress
i feel it penetrate my chest
a deliberating exhalation releases your sigh of misery
a thriving portion of realism
fighting my youthful optimism
becoming the smoky air
between us, enveloping us
almost too thick to bear
you breathe it in, taking what's yours
but it's seeping out of your tortured pores
as drops of lovesick sweat and tears
your out of love and in the clear
a history of misery---
and I knew not, dear
I knew not