Tuesday, 30 September 2008

When he touched me I came,
when he feels me I shiver.
And when he holds me,
I push him away.

The autumn is out,
rolls its leaves into the soil.
Soiled pants .
Bathroom walls.

We travelled and I knew it then,
our love was not to stay.
Waiting games give it all away,
photographs bring shame to time.


silly girls can write poetry too.

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15, british and living in shanghai ive always wanted a philosophy, but my teenage ignorance gets in the way.
i dont know what i should say, other than i am probably a lambant enigma of my former self.


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