Aug 20, 2003 01:17
i'm a dusty old book, sitting
high on a
shelf. a story no one
wants to read. for,gotten.
my pages are fragile
and staind yellow
corners torn
from lack of
carelessness. why
don't you burn me
and watch me cry,
like the rain
that falls from
the sky. the copywrite
date was 1985.
but when the first
chapter was written,
all was forgotten.
i'm a dusyty
old book
that no one
wants to read.
my pages are frail, and
chapters are
unfinnished.
i'm love.
i'm hate.i'm tragdity.
full of misspellings,
and wrong
punctuations. i'm
lonely and
uncleaned.
chapters start,
but they aren't finnished.
i'm like a burnt
out light
blub deep
within a basement.
unchanged. i'm
like a fresh
cut, dripping
with blood. i'm like me. lonely,
uncared for, unloved.