the cony island queen

Monday, July 30, 2012


The air is heavy today
and I don't dare breath to loud.
My eyes are burning because I can't bare to blink
and gone.
The wicker of the old chair that keeps me tall
groans beneath me and I know that
I am guilty, it's my burden that causes the pain.

You tell me gone forever is better than for always.

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