RebelWriteRantRhyme
"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen..."
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Rough Year.
24 hour news television,
Firearms,
Cookie dough, and
Brandy;
The only things to eat.
Her broken wings
Chained her to the ground.
I gave her time to heal
And she flew away.
Sweet bird.
Fly south.
Good-bye.
~There's got to be an app for that.
Kjærlighet,
Digress.
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