Today

by Jessica   Dec 30, 2005


The sky is so gray,
that it looks like an old blanket.
It covers the earth with it dullness.
The ground is damp from the rain.
The air is cold like ice.
I wander around the streets of my neighborhood,
with my feet dragging myself around.
The ends of my jeans are wet.
But my heart is dry...

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