Poetry For The Weakminded

Jul 21, 2007 22:15

Oh, Curse Me

Plucked like water from a well,
snatched like oxygen from the air.
You never asked for this
and i never asked for you,
so i guess we're both in the
same predicament, no?

Sat in my car and drank away the days.
Sat in my car and drank to life
each new phrase.
I gave you shape with ink,
now give me hope with syllables.

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the_juggernautx July 22 2007, 03:00:51 UTC
not only did I give you the ability to write these
they are beautiful
I really enjoy reading your shit
especially the Virginia one : ).

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claresxfkn_cute August 21 2007, 02:08:04 UTC
holy crow, sir.
seriously...i wish my mind worked like yours. lolol.

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___shesinfinite August 31 2007, 22:38:22 UTC
fuckign call me, douchebag

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