shebreathes's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- slip i gave up on the blade to be pretty. but the burn marks still show and still i'm all alone. i smashed a bottle against the curb. i clutched the shards in my smalls hands. i walked that line that day so far away. and i ended up so far away. now i ache. i drip dry and sleep in my own tangled web of lies. there is nothing at the bottom. there is nothing here. i followed his ghost around the city until i found myself alone. i waited by the water. but i was alone. and no one came. i waited but you did not come. and still i'm not quite pretty. still i am not pretty. still you do not come. 7:37 pm - August 29, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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