Monday, July 26, 2010

Waste of Time.

by Laura Whelton

You know there was a day once
That stood out from time

Curled hair and tanned legs
A staple of a youthful past

Time was cruel and marks like blood
Soak this skin

Sun like butter now
Thick and blinding

No longer the painted happiness
Which held a hopeful thought
No longer the empty glasses
Held by a friend

Today was long
Cradled the sleeplessness
Worn out fatigue and promised nothing

Was it all a waste of time?

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