And at first it felt like flame
Burning its way into her
Cold and
Devastatingly handsome world
Ever so often she'd go numb
From the continuity of it all
Graceful she was not!
Her hair fell about her face
In droves like
Jack and Jill bedrooms
Killing any hope of a normal
Life or something like it
Maybe? she thought
No...not a girl like me
Overcooked and Overdone as she was
Pitiful and Plain
Queer and uninviting
Resting her head upon the pulpit of his palm
She smiled at his eyes
Taken back by the
Under-ratedness of it all
Vacuumed souls Vivacious and Vicarious
Wandered lifeless until finding their core, their
X marks the spot where
Yearning stops and the world
Zooms around them

07/27/2003

Posted on 07/28/2003
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