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Half Full?

 

Half Full
Time….
Time…..
Type the word
The hundredth time…
Stop… don’t stop
Ticking clock….
Tickles time….
Droplets like 
Epidemic tearfalls
Waterfalls of downfalls
And regret yet
We forget
It did not feel 
Like a mistake
Back then my friend
When all I wanted
Was your lips
Your finger tips
Our joining hips.
Perhaps not 
Even now.
Bury….
Bury…
See it scurry
Away like things
That you might kill
Scampering across
the uneven floor of
an ever 
unquiet mind.
There are many 
ways to 
forget the past:
even more 
to fill
an empty glass.
Skylar Smythe
The Guerilla Poetess (c) 2009
www.guerillapoetess.com

Time….

Time…..

Type the word

The hundredth time…

Stop… don’t stop

Ticking clock….

Tickles time….

Droplets like 

Epidemic tearfalls

Waterfalls of downfalls

And regret yet

We forget

It did not feel 

Like a mistake

Back then my friend

When all I wanted

Was your lips

Your finger tips

Our joining hips.

Perhaps not 

Even now.

Bury….

Bury…

See it scurry

Away like things

That you might kill

Scampering across

the uneven floor of

an ever 

unquiet mind.

There are many 

ways to 

forget the past:

even more 

to fill

an empty glass.


 

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