My room's a mess
and so am I.
A wrinkled dress
on the floor in the corner.
With a wrinkled brow staring it down.
You never clean up!
And I hope my brain hears her.
Maybe when it listens
I will too.
My heart's a mess.
And so's my room.
lennie.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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