Monday, August 18, 2008

Delete 08.18.08

you're like an old picture,
that i didn't want to capture.
you're like a mistake,
or maybe a fake.

you're like a virus,
you make me so delirious.
you're like a bad song,
every lyric is wrong.

you're like a missed call,
or a flat ball.
an old shoe,
what do you want me to do ?

go away, get gone,
go all the way to krypton.
everything about you I'll have to delete,
but I'll always be incomplete.

2 comments:

Lil'child said...

pssst, i like the poem (:
i can relate to it =/

steffi said...

nic poem