reed me

Feb 22, 2010 11:47

I

am a reed

dried

twisted with irony

the bitter taste of scorn

once

i blew music

to your sweet lips

the tune haunts

now

abandoned, ignored

I do nothing

but rustle

in the wind

wait

for winters fall

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acrazyraven March 7 2010, 15:44:59 UTC
This reminds me of when me bf broke up with me. It's hard...we were together for over a year.

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