[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.Dark Places

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And I, I'll smell like cigarettes.
We talk of regrets.
We talk of forgets.
God, maybe I do regret.
It'd not be right, but it'd be nice...

Cause when it's dark, everything looks better.
And in the dark where no one sees,
And no one knows.
No one knows what we know.

But now I wash it out of me.
You miss me.
You miss me.
Well dolls often lie too, dolls lie too.
But now I wash you out of me.
You missed me,
So kiss me.

A last time as your dolls lie,
One last time as your dolls cry.

2007-02-11 Annie: ouch...i feel bad for whoever this is aimed at, seems like almost a scolding.
i really like the first stanza. it reminds me so much of sitting around with bethy while she smokes her cigarettes and always said "God" before everything in a totally unreligious way.

2007-02-11 Jenna Rose: Good work :)

2007-03-15 kumquat: _{This is purely brilliant.

Well done. This is excellent.

One of the best poems I've

read on writersco :)

Thanks for writing

beautiful poetry :)

xxxlindenxxx}