Friday Night

Nov 27, 2006 04:26



I seem to trip
over the same tangled wires
ever so often
havent i learnt my lesson

so many stitches
its no longer a knee
but a network
of exlovers
and beneath it all
is bone and emptiness

I am the kind of girl
who swings on merry go rounds
long enough
hard enough
till she chokes on her own vomit
just because 
she wanted to see..how much more she could take.

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damn_arthouse November 27 2006, 13:01:02 UTC
awesome poem. as usual, hard to understand (for a simple girl like me!) but it almost doesn't matter. i love your poetry.

=^.^=

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mewiecake November 28 2006, 04:15:02 UTC
hehe thanks. Thats all i wanted to say about friday night out with ione and mic.
Love
Me

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