its a little bit funny
this feeling inside
down in my heart
so torn apart
self preservation
is my one last reservation
the tears on my cheeks
leave crystalline streaks
the blood in the bath
biding my time
I'm feeling fine
words so worn
my soul is spent
penny for your thoughts
you won't pay me back
Melancholy
The funeral
the feeling of your casket
the hard wood gripping my thoughts
The smooth finish revolting my fingers
the scent of your skin it all still lingers
A box filled with pennies for thoughts
for the debt they couldn't pay
until today
YOU ARE READING
Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
