I HEARD THAT BEFORE
Tuesday, September 20th, 2005Currently, something is terribly wrong with my friendster blog. Anyhow, here goes…
I let some people read this just to find the image that will come in mind. So far, fencedteeth got the accurate overview of the poem.
Sigh… Hey, maybe you can get it too. What the heck… Here it is:
I HEARD THAT BEFORE
I scratch my head with my nails until it bleeds just for you to see all the ugliness and vomit smell of my core because I’m putting up a wall after the fence that I built that goes soft and fall everytime I feel this red rose wrapping or balling inside my chest seems to push the emergency button of the wall after the fence to fend off the attention I try to get by scratching my head with my nails until I bleed to death.
