Thursday, February 11, 2010
44: A Bad Day
You said, today was a day that didn’t smile. Asleep the sky shatters, cries confetti. A sunny day without sun. How? Ghosts wander dust-coated streets searching for lost souls, the way home from madness. You bury your face in my arm, cry. Why? Asleep then awake. Now you’re someone else.
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2 comments:
I've seen those sunny days without sun - they can change a person.
I like, the sky shatters, cries confetti
Thanks, Erin!
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