I Have Milk, But No Cereal is a blog meant to capture the hilarious, tragic, gritty gist of my life as an up-and-coming member of adult society. I won't be pulling any punches, so hopefully anyone reading this will have a good, solid grasp of what it's like to be a disaffected young man entering the real end of a world in disrepair. Enjoy.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Shower Poetry
Good afternoon, world.
As always, I've been thinking of a woman who has passed gracefully out of my sphere of worry.
I'm always looking for a muse. Enjoy.
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Whispers into windy trees
The secret heart that no one sees
Goodbye hello farewell, my love
It seems the pushers came to shove
It seems our movement came to rest
I aced the quiz and failed the test
Now walk alone, sweet mockingbird
It seems you've seen what I've not heard
I took my time, you took my breath
I'd promised life, I brought you death
And now I'm here and you're away
I love the night; you need the day
Things are strange now, not the same
Still, I can't forget your name
Love's not here to make us smile
It's here to show us what's worthwhile
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This is pretty.
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