Beyond here lies nothin
but embers and tears
hold me pretty baby
in the light of these years
won't go far this time ya know
got all those things twinkling and shining
in the light of the star
like a rope from heaven
or the grass in st. cloud
my life ain't nothin
and with you I'm found
What knid of poem is this and is there more too it? oui?
ReplyDeleteI am lonely and want to make art so bad it hurts and henceforth, i say "fuck it" and pontificate instead Where are the bold women? Women not afraid of men or ART. ART, did you say ART?
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