Smudged Black Ink

As the time goes by,
Each second feels like a minute,
When waiting for the bell to ring,
I think about my life,
How much I hate it,
And how it's not right,
Lined paper and tears,
Is the soundtrack to my day,
And all that i have to show,
Is smudged back ink.





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mandielynnrose said...
Jul. 5, 2010 at 1:13 am

I like this a lot and it makes a lot of sense to me. Good worrk:)

 

 
lalafreakfacexoxo replied...
Mar. 13, 2011 at 5:11 pm
Thank you. (:
 
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