Saturday, February 26, 2011

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it used to be special and exciting
now it's dulled and drives me mad.
evolution ceased,
i've tired of it's atmosphere;
the way it makes me sweat-
the way it entices me
with ready-to-pluck ripe beauty-
reminding me
of who i am and where i've been
and why i feel so undesirable.
everybody can see-
not everybody can feel-
not everybody will understand-
everybody can't know.
i'm alone -
with you-
together-
by myself.
i'm hidden, embarrassed.
Tired, i call it night.

1 comment:

mrs said...

well Dorthaya doesn't think....;)