Sunday, September 30, 2012

Last Drop

It is overcast but it would never rain like the trepidation will go unspoken

Pieces of broken glass stick together like in one of those unbreakable glasses

I grind my teeth and try to scatter them but come back with bruised fingers

Its always about others.... or for them, themselves

The best words are never said, they are the worst too


I walked miles only to discover that it was a circular path

Living in desolation would at least keep me grounded

The last drop to fill the cup shall never fall

Don't even bother

what difference does nudity make when no one is around!
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