Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Friday, August 20, 2010

scared.

Looking out at the pretty sea,
I just want it to swallow me,
To leave the ugliness of earth
To understand the reason of birth.
Looking out at the pretty sea,
I just want it to swallow me.
To leave destruction and guilt,
To go to sleep, under a water quilt.
Looking out at the pretty sea,
I just want it to swallow me.

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