Sunday, March 13, 2011

Morning Glory

Inspiration: This was actually apart of the poem I posted before this, but I didn't like the way it flowed so I broke it into two.
Word: Fabricated

After the sun cracks open my eyelids
I paint on a face
leaving crooks at the ends of my lips
alluding to a fabricated smile

I dress myself to a sullen tune
in which my mind contemplates the nothingness of the day
that will come before me in the presence
of my reality

I don't really like this

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