eleven

eleven

A Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

An empty bottle of scotch lies on the ground

Flies fly past with their new treasure found

I will make this short

Hold

Wait here for me

Be

Who you are

I am making no sense

But I sure don’t care

Someone will know what I mean



© 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))


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Agreed with SilentlyScreaming, that last line can mean so much to many. I love this though... the scotch, the flies, I mean really... flies?! But it is awesome, haha. "I am making no sense" this part can be true... but yet it does make since. Awesome. It can say so little and yet so much.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"Someone will know what I mean." I think this will mean something different to everybody who reads it. Short, but I sense a lot of emotion behind it. Great work!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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