that time i awakened me
you stared ahead so vacantly
i had to scream
but nothing would come out
so i picked up my cliche
and stuffed it in a suitcase,
vowed that i would leave this stupid town.
but i'm back, i guess
and you, you know the rest
it's history like
coal burnt in my lungs.
1 comment:
"so i picked up my cliche and stuffed it in a suitcase" = a super dooper cool line and the best part of a really good poem.
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