a dream with short reality, by IgnorantKid Subscribe to rss feed for IgnorantKid

It was an old woman
a pie in each hand,
she lent me a horse
to ride through the rain
I lost my horse
in the back of her yard
once mounted, the hail came
and they were woried about my back...
I made it home, to a womans hand
she kissed me goodnight
on a bed on the ground
I awoke on the second floor
at first with a smile
shortly a frown

Can't belive this
factory of contradictions.
a flowing pen,
a cammera lens,
broudcast comunications.
say what you can to collect your tickets.
Posted: 2007-02-15 04:34:21 UTC

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2007-02-20 22:00:37Lil'Fighter
You have interesting style in writing poems. I like it!!!