Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Happy Birthday

I have burned through 23 years.
The smoke of them fills my lungs with ash.
They came and went and seem so short now.
The days were long
And too many I wished would hurry.
What would I give now?
What would I give now
For another hour
With you
With her
With all of them.
Gone now.
Burned up like those 23 years. 

1 comment:

  1. I like UR poems, R full of good grammar N stuff and are deep :) But srsly I like them.