Thursday, October 6, 2011

Lula is cooler - The thick and expensive magazine that makes me feels oh so good

Whisper it to me, let it not pervade the ordinariness of the linen sheets, 
Stay here until my smile sags, my eyes have bags, and my clothes are but rags. 

Clutch me.
Carry me. 
Stop me. 
Support me.
The feeling will pass (I hope), 
Falling lingers,
Teetering on tip-toe,
Don't go.

Plunge into the murky pool,
into the depths of depression,
and widths of wishing
that sulk behind my eyes,
yearning to behold you.

Get up. 
Get your sandals on and run. 

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