Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Bits of Bitterness

There is a storm brewing outside
Much like coffee in my morning cup
I can smell wet earth when I write
Small letters and little fucks.

The world has opened up to me
A girl well groomed
Shadows have found meaning
And everyone else fooled.
 

2 comments:

  1. Thanks! I could say the same for some of your poems, especially the early ones.

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