What kind of woman do you want
My intellect was never strong enough
to keep you.
You could never understand
The soil, the grass was not for you,
busy howling to the stars and the moon.
That map is not mine, Star boy.
Is independence really a virtue?
I can hear you howling,
as I am laying in the grass.
I want to forget you,
but your fingerprints never left my body.
Poetry by pia
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Written on 2006-04-15 at 21:07
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