Sunday, June 28, 2009
E6
taking chances in distances
mimic moves of the passersby
a journey has no second chances
taking the road less traveled by
anxiety and elevation
fill up the air that i breathe
vision darkens in pretension
weapons of disaster and catastrophe
crickets' symphony at night
eyes half shut in regret
of all the choices that thought was right
i lost a friend that night.
Labels: poems
2:29 AM
okeh iv done crapping x)


