Florida

by Amanda   Nov 7, 2006


The made up woman,

the bird man,

and the bare breasted woman,

all fight for their existance.

When the claustraphobia grows,

and the baby sucks you dry.

When you can't breath easy,

When your clothes are too dirty to wear.

When your hair grows to short to cut.

When your blanket gets torn to shreds by the love you feed it.

When you run out of pages to pour yourself into.

When the moon shines too brightly to see.

AMANDA IS DEAD.

ANDREA IS DEAD AGAIN.

(don't get on the plane)

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gem

    "When your hair grows to short to cut.

    When your blanket gets torn to shreds by the love you feed it."

    Those two lines were great. The whole poem was but those two stood out for me
    Well done!
    *Gem*

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