self indulgent teenage-style poem needed to spew out.

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Apr 2004 · 3 comments

You could have caught me we may have walked alone hand in hand down a crowded road in spring. I would have given myself completely and the past would have seemed as irrelevant as our hypothetical future is now. You unearthed something dead breathed life back in then left the foetal flame to burn out leaving poison behind.

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[10] tre 11-Apr-04/10:48 PM Reply

ive been thru this exactly. good job.

[8] richa 12-Apr-04/1:45 PM Reply

nice, but metaphors are supposed to track and flames burning out do not leave poison behind.

[n/a] Roisin › richa 13-Sep-04/3:53 PM Reply

Yes they do if the residue is poisonous-get meh?