Never before would I have put
you through this hell of mine
Inside, outside seem familiar
looking through a lens with nothing in
the rearview
Truly, truly I say to you
Too soft of a pillow determines
how hard your bed is
The dead sleep longer than the living,
it's all in my head.
No one has been keeping up on me,
a runaway from this lobotomy
Clean off the place of misconceptions
right into the mouths of forced
goodbyes
A bit frugal with my vulgarity
but its easy to see when someone
is trying to fuck me over
Into tomorrow with yesterday
another emblem on the jacket
I bet every night she is asking
if she is doing it right
Burgundy is always in a hurry
because she doesn't want to fall
for the promising colors which
were stained from the start.
YOU ARE READING
Mumblings of someone who is trying to start their own life
PoesiaA passive journey, if you will. A childhood room with limited space. It is still decorated with all of her things. Nothing changes. She returned to what it was. A shut door with little to no sunlight. Mostly no sunlight. She lives on the weekends wi...
