I'm a good girl. Generally. There's just this playful but half-mad side to me that's hardly flattering for someone in their late twenties. And, yes, I love chocolate a bit too much for my own good.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
A biography of metaphors.
Fairytale verses
grieving for
an unsung stanza
of poetic fiction
imitating nonfiction.
Naught but irony,
personified –
a fleeting refrain
to an ill-fated fable
as I retreat,
curled in regret
along my chorus.
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