May 31, 2008

and the smoke dance...

i found my self lonely in a sad yellow bed
drowning into great candy tasteful solitude
and consumed by a massive memories

the laugh and the tears melted
then blended with pour of heart lemonade

my fingers yells, push them self to do
what I don’t want to do,
type some letters in a pseudo-papers
on a real-unreality box

the conscious begin to recognize
a pack of strange words in it,
and it keeps me not to speak out
some short of asks

yet my lips keep enjoy the agony,
sucking a black cigarette,
releasing all the rubbish
and threw it out with
its smoke dances...

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