Monday, May 3, 2010

Wax Frosting (Poem)

What kills you is all
Cause you're a candle burnt to the cake
Soiled our snow
But oh, how you've grown
Paint is coming off the walls

What kills me now is the sound that will ring on
The bank is closed just like they used to say
But now they'd go 'Wow, you've grown'
Paint is coming off the walls

Ryan Sindler

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