May 30, 2005

poem for e.

All the times
You hit my nerves
Down
Down
Down in the back.

All the times
I gathered countless ways to
Finally
Finally
Finally escape you

All the times
I felt impelled to
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat myself

And see:
not even poems can bring your dullness to a point.

Posted by fememe at May 30, 2005 11:19 AM
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