It Was Never Going To Be About You

two weeks of assumption and a coffee cup...

Thursday 29 April 2010

Rugs lie cold,

White room stream.

Clock stop, picture frame

Still life, stillest heart.

Dance round,

Back rolled eyes.

Hide your shame,

Tonight’s disco light dream.

Posted by Chris Will Clark at 14:02

Labels: Poetry

THIS IS JUST A COLLECTION OF STUFF.

SOME OF IT WON'T MATTER, SOME OF IT WON'T MAKE SENSE TO YOU, SOME OF IT MIGHT BE SHIT.

I DON'T REALLY CARE, IT'S JUST ME.

(If you do like it though, do tell me.)

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