THE FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND: Green sky and blue grass/ run over the freaking stop sign/ graffiti on the walls/ slits on my wrist/ tears from the clouds/ blur my vision/ as time goes back and forth/ i whisper in your ear:/ "Good night, you'll be happy to know.../ that i'm being tortu'red now."/ you move, as if to wake up/ but simply turn over/ you won't notice my absence/ but i beg that you notice/ the footprints in the sand...
©Julie Pyle, 2005
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