Wednesday, July 21, 2010


You are not my muse.
You never have been.
I don't start pieces with you in thought.
The emotions guide me where I land.
Don't give yourself so much credit.
Especially if I am not giving it too.
The wind has swept me away.
The seasons are changing.
The has beens are becoming yesterdays news.
Check your expiration date.
I don't drink milk anyways.
Spilled or not.

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

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