Friday, April 16, 2010

day five.

beautiful things. 
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like a cold front 
on the precipice of spring,
the flowers curling
back into themselves

like a cd scratched,
stalling and skipping
right before
the climactic solo

like a voice lost 
in its prime,
cords dried,
silenced forever

you were just another 
beautiful thing,
cut off too soon.

2 comments:

nia said...

Always love your words,they dance beautifully in lines..
And for me, they never be cut off..
xo

nia said...

Always love your words,they dance beautifully in lines..
And for me, they never be cut off..
xo