Rachel Weaver

Rookie (11/13/90 / New York)

A Ghazal - Poem by Rachel Weaver

In eight lines I could explain my life
I dont want to thou

He is up on a cloud watching
'Sorry little brother I try not to do this often'

The water is so cold
And the wine bittersweet

You were so alive
Fireflys in your eyes

I'm a fetus still moving
They dont know what in hell they are doing

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2005

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