Avenue J
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Monday, November 15, 2004
Poetry inspired by anger, jealousy, depression, stress, and Yoni. Written by me! Virgin Sacrifice 20/200 vision All I see is a blur All I hear is her “Hello?” Her voice as rough as the sex you just had Her accent as thick as syrup I know - I know I know At once You never needed me Stepping on glass Dead bonsai trees bleed pastel colors Your flames burn. They scorch my heart, A virgin sacrifice. Burned at the stake. It smolders and chokes and finally dies But a telltale puff of smoke still rises in me When I think of you Screeching -- halt Cold eyes Ashes of lust . . . Dead Love. Single Signal I call . . . The busy signal Singal? Single. Time: 00:02. Two seconds That’s all it takes. Two seconds to know There’ll be no talking to him tonight. Busy Great. I woke him up. I made him mad I woke his friends He has to work It never ends He can’t talk now He has to sleep Well then why was the phone going “Beep beep beep…”?
Comments:
Wow! Sorry for the confusion everyone! No, I am still a virgin. And no, he didn't cheat on me. And yes, we're still together in the sense of the word that we were before. I just wrote this poetry when I was mad that he didn't call me, that's all. The stuff in the poems is not true. Well, I did call and get a busy signal, but yeah. LOL. I didn't realize everyone would think it was based on truth. Sorry! LOL!
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