Posted by Lini on February 1, 2002, at 13:14:47
In reply to Blush, blush, one of my poems..., posted by Krazy Kat on January 30, 2002, at 21:09:54
moonlight reaches through
a midnight window
to remind me
of your skin.this lonliness settles
like retribution,
slurred prayers,
and stained sheets,
indiscriminate
regrets.i run red lights,
daring God to notice me,
the sort of thing
that makes a therapist's
pen start moving.you call,
asking questions,
and again, i weigh
honesty
against theatrics,
wondering which would
bring you closer.pills, pills, pills,
for the needy.
i can't seem
to balance
this equation,closet neurochemist
seeks spiritual advisor,can it really boil down to this?
a top forty song,
and diuretics to avoid
the tears?
poster:Lini
thread:17571
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