welcome to the dawn
of this anorexic winter
where the spots form and burst
like the bubbles suspended in mid-air
a welcome party gift
like magic
i saw the morning come and go
& the moon bows gracefully for the rest
until the evening, a quiet laughter will set him free
no longer can the days be lovely
a poet's words
predict the end
for me
when my death is a celebration
the Angels appear and hold me, crying
a bag of bones--an unrecognizable dream
and the crowds will shiver
like manic
oh...the expressions are beautiful.
of this anorexic winter
where the spots form and burst
like the bubbles suspended in mid-air
a welcome party gift
like magic
i saw the morning come and go
& the moon bows gracefully for the rest
until the evening, a quiet laughter will set him free
no longer can the days be lovely
a poet's words
predict the end
for me
when my death is a celebration
the Angels appear and hold me, crying
a bag of bones--an unrecognizable dream
and the crowds will shiver
like manic
oh...the expressions are beautiful.
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maibey:
dude, at this point I'd give up beer for a Dr. Pepper!
anishka:
you must be special...you had a thread started about yoU! nice to meet you!!!!! 