You locked me in the attic, with all of my old toys.
With all of the Christmas decorations, with the clothes of little girls and boys.
I will sleep with the spiders, snuggle with the dust.
Eat up all the mold, Until I gain back your trust.
I cannot stand up straight, my back and legs will bend.
I'll contort your memory, a forgotten skeleton.
Birds two in the window, and I will let them in.
They peck out my clouded eyes, and feed them to their children.
Now I will fall apart, come loose and start to rot.
Melt right through your ceiling, and you'll scream all because you forgot.
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PoetryA book full of my poems based on my life and heart break. About old lovers, some old break ups and old problems. Each poem I have written with emotion and full of heartache or love. I hope you guys like it....(Some of the photos are off of google so...
