Tuesday


Finger to the brain
Hate to the head
Fill my soul
With broken glass
            Shattered
            Glass slivers
            Can’t feel my fingers
     Numb
The dried flowers cover
My heart,
                                    Melting
Into time
                        That we shared
That we once loved  
                        Before a time
before the summer took you from me

I can’t hold my breath much longer
For the pain in my neck, 
has brought tears
To my toes and my
              Mother is S I C K

   Of this shit, I told her was love
  She asked me to call her when it was all said and
Done
                                    She can’t stand to see
Her daughter eat the dirt
  
    Too many times
Enough times to turn into
The EARTH
 

Can’t find the stars on the moon
And that seems to be my problem

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