Hate, Understanding, Pity
Sometimes I look at you and wonder,
"How does you heart not fall out of your butt?"
Because your heart is steal, and it takes a blunder
Not to know that your body is plastic.
Sometimes I look at you and think
"Did she throw up her soul again?"
Because your eyes are slightly droopy, and this I can link
To a night bent next to the toilet.
Sometimes I look at you and feel
"Does she have it worse then I do?"
Because your movements are halfhearted and I think how you deal
With all your problems is with bile and a mirror.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesiaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
