Friday, 14 September 2007

ink blots on an empty canvas

Bright flashing lights
Loud shrill whistles
Is that what it takes
to get noticed?
Should I jump?
Should I dance?
Should I recite the constitution?
Maybe then
you'll see through this facade
and see the girl
buiried beneath the flesh
aching to be free

2 comments:

Unknown said...

We are fallen human beings, dear...
yet, this is our finite existence.
Yay!
Meet me Upstairs someday.
Let's gitta BIG-OL-BEER.
Gotta lotta tok about.
cya soon...

Love you.
Pray for me...
and vice-versa, cool?
God bless your indelible soul.

Unknown said...

We are fallen human beings, dear...
yet, this is our finite existence.
Yay!
Meet me Upstairs someday.
Let's gitta BIG-OL-BEER.
Gotta lotta tok about.
cya soon...

Love you.
Pray for me...
and vice-versa, cool?
God bless your indelible soul.