i was sad last night.
so i wrote a few poems.
5. or maybe 6.
in the dark.
without the lights.
me. my pen. a notebook.
sitting on the bed.
in the dark, pitch black room.
i might have written over each line.
i couldn't tell. i couldn't see.
i think they were good poems.
intense. emotional. deep.
i don't remember.
i tore them up, you see.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Posted by ignoranceisbliss101 at 7:53 PM
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