Monday, February 25, 2008
Her fingertips trace my aura
I can feel it
Although she never makes contact
She says I have a good spirit
An old soul
She flips the cards
And speaks of my future
Heartbreak
Love
Loss
But eventual acceptance
And then
Only then
Will I be truly happy
She strikes a match beneath the paper
Let's it burn
That mark
That brown smudge is me
My life
In flames
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1 comments:
this one too!! Please send to PF! Your portfolio looks great!
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