Loneliness
By narcissa
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 912 reads
Sunset
Sitting in empty classrooms
A glass of water topples from a soundless desk
A splash, frozen in the light of a camera
Dies before it has a chance to bloom
Forget
All those words they told you
And tried to make you one of them
Picking your nails for want of something to do
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