Marbles, white.
Marbles, red.
Each one
a thought
from in my head.
[white, my wishes,
red, my love]
Better there,
upon the floor.
I needn’t
need you
anymore.
September 17, 2007
September 17, 2007
Marbles, white.
Marbles, red.
Each one
a thought
from in my head.
[white, my wishes,
red, my love]
Better there,
upon the floor.
I needn’t
need you
anymore.
September 18, 2007 at 7:56 pm
Colors are good feelings,
it’s the hues that distress,
keep all of them close by,
like, inside your head.
fondly,
YN