Tired Of being weary
Weary of being innocent.
Just wish this helplessness would cease.
I can see the mountain beyond the gray treetops.
And I can walk for miles in the wet dust.
Just wish this meaningless blur of activity would end.
It's an upside down midday.
And the coffee's gone cold.
My fingertips ache.
To express.
[The real purplesqueness].
3 comments:
very nicely written,portrays your true emotions:)...oh question,can i tag your blog to mine if its ok?
very nicely written
really nice...but the dark shades are getting more pronounced as time is passing. well done love the way you express your thoughts
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