Monday, February 23, 2009

Right to You

And i'm spinning, spinning round
my feet will never touch the ground
they won't till i hear the sound
and by then i'm falling.

falling like a shooting star
falling right to where you are
trapped inside that bright glass jar
but by then you're dying.

dying with a piteous moan
your body turning all to bone
and not the devil will even loan
some time for you to love again.

1 comment:

  1. omg

    I love this.
    You have like
    no idea.

    8(

    And you say you aren't a poet... BAH.

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