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Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Enrollment

The pencil sharpenings are thrown away
Little pieces of colour
Gone

They just seem too insignificant to remain
But if you piece them all together
Then you'll realise how beautiful they are

Alone
Nothing.

I want to dig my heels
Into someone's heart
And tie myself to their will.

The same old day
The old way
The mirror still mocks me
The writing on my wall
Painted over with things
New and shiny
They distract me for a while
Though I want to pick at it

So many coats of paint on the truth
I hope it stays hidden forever.

I should be smiling.
But half and nothing don't make a whole.
Unless it's one in my heart.
The eyes peer out from under
The floors
They take me by surprise
I fall so high
It feels like flying.

Flutter Byes.
Paper plane passes.
Flying pencil sharpenings.

Though I fail.
And I shall tell you why.
There are no A*s-Cs in love.




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