October 23, 2011
Steam rises and fog settles
I wish, instead of beauty,
your smiles felt like nettles.
But no, you care to the point where I’m unsettled
and the top goes to the bottom
and the bottom rises up

I turn the city lights off
and stop thinking about you.

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Fabala_G said...
Jan. 7, 2012 at 12:31 pm
I liked this a lot! Made me wonder what you were thinking about when you wrote it. I especially liked the ending!
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