pseudo bohemian (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} broken__star) wrote in capsandscarfs, |
40,000 flies
torn by a temporary wind
we come together again
check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders
wonder if there will be one more
woman
now
40,000 flies running the arms fo my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store
arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?
what kind of shit is
this?
it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.
*i would post one of my own, but I've read some of yours and just can't compete.
~vanessa
torn by a temporary wind
we come together again
check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders
wonder if there will be one more
woman
now
40,000 flies running the arms fo my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store
arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?
what kind of shit is
this?
it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.
*i would post one of my own, but I've read some of yours and just can't compete.
~vanessa
