Poem Hunter
PN (Oct 1983 / Canada)


Poem By Punk Nona

is like any other night.
I faked my day, and now wait again
for dawn's early light.
So I may drift some more, run
away from the things
I should be running to. Running on

Pure emotion. I am an idiot
for doing this. Why is it
so much easier for me
to lie to those i love
instead of strangers?
Nothing here to keep me
but the music I hear inside
my head thoughts
are spinning,
tears are streaming slowly
down my cheeks
as I mourn for the girl
I was and the woman
I will never be.

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