Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Cry

Trees grow before
her weary eyes,
And leaves flutter
From tears
Growing dying
In the brown.
I smile,
Then cry,
And cry.
She cries.

4 comments:

Zpiral said...

It's OK if your dreams don't come true - Plug your battery in, Register with Facebook, And watch your friend's nightmares in real time. Gold as they are, Silver as they long for. Anything but who they are, As they long to be.

Zpiral said...
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Zpiral said...

Gold as they are,
Silver as they ache for.
Gold as they are,
Silver as they lie awake for.

Everyone wants semi-recognition,
And when they look long enough
They find it.

Gold as they are,
Silver as they ache for.
Gold as they are,
Silver as I lie awake for.

Zpiral said...

Bad gold, fools of silver, plugfulls of diamonds.