Waiting
Now
I know it is too late.
If she was going to come it would have been by now
The flowers I brought are going limp
Turning brown
Yet I wait
As I have waited before
As I wait now for all those who
Hover In my dreams
The flowers I brought are going limp
Turning brown
Yet I wait
As I have waited before
As I wait now for all those who
Hover In my dreams
posted by Lane Savant at 8:29 PM
6 Comments:
Which is my preference? I think this one.
I prefer the other - thought both are impressive Magpies.
(BTW . . anybody know how these f****ng nuisance VW's are generated? You can cancel them - but only in the comment settings of the "old style" dashboard. They don't reappear when you re-engage the new style. So Pleeeeease - so we don't waste valuable writing/commenting time like I'm doing here. Pleeeeease!)
She still didn't show up?
Been there, felt that. You portray the pain of betrayal very well.
Are those limp flowers in your pants
, your hands, or your mind, sir?
It is always a thrill when you take
pen in tow and create poetics;
love the existential despair.
Hallo, Glenn Buttkus!
It is always a thrill when I can stay with what you write until I reach the end; this time I succeeded!!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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