Saturday, 25 April 2009

Nothing Woman

Take away the dreams
relentless and in spiral
decaying
that once could feed someone

Now remaining fears
stumbling
Once I could find myself
hear the sound of my tears
and know the taste of my dreams
that once could feed someone

Some things can't be undone
and when they're too many
its a sign that it's too late

Nothing Woman. Wasn't she something?

Colors of the rainbow in each memory
and still the emptiness of black & white pictures

Wasn't she something? Nothing Woman

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