of another poem.
Sunday, November 21, 2010 @ 7:57 PM
What I do when I'm feeling shitty: Write shitty poems.
Catch
Footsteps are creeping and
daylight is breaking and
I can no longer escape
and I am no longer dead
and the clouds are moving
and the shadows are tracking
and your presence is looming
over me and I cannot break
loose for they are too fast
to run from and they are too
deep in to pull from but still I
continue to run and it is getting
too fucking late and little did
I know that all things have to
come to end and that was
why you caught me.
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of another poem.
Sunday, November 21, 2010 @ 7:57 PM
What I do when I'm feeling shitty: Write shitty poems.
Catch
Footsteps are creeping and
daylight is breaking and
I can no longer escape
and I am no longer dead
and the clouds are moving
and the shadows are tracking
and your presence is looming
over me and I cannot break
loose for they are too fast
to run from and they are too
deep in to pull from but still I
continue to run and it is getting
too fucking late and little did
I know that all things have to
come to end and that was
why you caught me.
« Previous
A R C H I V E S.
November 2010
December 2010
January 2011
February 2011
March 2011