A light blue cup made from hand
Misshaped and colored
Whipped up and very bland
Friendly to offer it
And the need why not have of it
Sadly find to first sip last
The paint is poison
And now their death comes fast
You feel sorry but sorry is not enough
Filling that light blue cup
Water move past your salty lips
You fall and that is it
Monday, February 07, 2005
* Light Blue Cup
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1 comment:
I like- kinda morbid, but then so am I.
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