Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Secrets Make Friends!

you're not well, girl
he said
she stared at him shaking her head.
Shh...
normal is what your thermometer read.

you're a shell, girl

he said
she picked the rose, cold and dead.

Nevermind,
It's a path you can't tread.

but you're swell, girl

he said
she laughed a little, the fire is fed.
You talk too much...come to bed.

you're a well, girl
he tried
bottomless pit and vacant eyes,
falling down fast, what do you find?
she smirked
Blackness and size.



He sighs.

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