These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

the evil "P"


I glance at the clock
as it counts away
minutes of my life i'll never get back
spent watching the clock
as it counts away

2:08 PM 6/3/2014

August Bernadette
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