Caroline Guedes

Rookie - 0 Points (July 27,1982 / Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

Stands Dusty - Poem by Caroline Guedes

I don't know what time it is
Hell, I don't even know what month is it
My guitar stands dusty beside my bed
Oh, my bed, my pillows, my coffin

I drag the phone with me in every
room I go, I don't know why
Cause the only ringing I hear is
the one in my ears. Guess this is my life

My favourite statue is one of a giraffe
It stands dusty on the living room table
If you could see me now you'd agree
I've seen better days, but you're not able

It's getting colder in here, I guess the
weather is turning, changing as time goes by
God I wish I was changing like everything
else does, change me into someone I'll like

A photo album stands dusty on my shelf
Couldn't remember the pictures inside if I wanted to
Memories are fleeting like love and breathing
And they don't show you how to be a better you

The bills are piling up and soon
they too will become dusty like all of my possesions
When will I clean up my life, when will it
all make sense? Is this only my perception?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2010

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