A song. About a life of my own, I suppose. A quick write.


Life... Begins?

My mind's tellin' me you're just too young
But, girl, rest this cigarette between your lips
and breathe until the dawn draws near

Something's tellin' me I died years ago
But I couldn't have cause those years were shit
and nothing else compares to this day now

Television screens,
Polished chrome and butter cream
Your face, it's rosy cheeks
I'm tasting what you speak
Beneath the gutters of your lips
Above the sidewalks of your hips
I'm lost in the child I once was

My mind's tellin' me you're just too old
But, lady, rest this whistle between your lips
and blow until the night brings a tear

Something's tellin' me I live years ahead
But that can't be 'cause those years haven't come
and nothin' else compares to this day now

Television screens,
Polished chrome and butter cream
Your face, it's rosy cheeks
I'm tasting what you speak
Beneath the gutters of your lips
Above the sidewalks of your hips
I'm lost in the woman I might become




Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2006-06-07 at 07:13

Tags Past  Future  Life 

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Amanda Manmohan
Brilliant write.
2006-06-08


Alaina K. Johnson
You're still brilliant. I love this. :D
2006-06-07