Seatbelt unbuckled,
lips stained red.
Not of your lipstick,
Tis the slurped up freeze.
It is like your heart,
cold.
Friday, September 5, 2008
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Poetry is something I didn't think I'd get into. But somehow it did. This is how I release my feelings usually when I feel down. I also use some of these poems as songs that I can hopefully record sometime in my life.
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