Tuesday, September 17, 2013

And while I sit here, I wish I was somewhere else

Something short, something new, nothing borrowed, but a little bit blue.

Talking to the walls, 
they answer back 
in a low husky growl
curling up from the molding,

I've been here
for far too long,
wasting my words
on faded rose patterns 
and chipped white paint. 

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