It seemed like yesterday
I was this different human being
Now it's Monday
And I'm hanging from the ceiling
Stealing ceiling fans
That cut up every honest feeling
And transform them
Into something dire
My whole worlds been set on fire
Now it's Tuesday
And the fire's almost out
I named it blues-day
'Cause now all the ashes are about
And the ashes soon turn to faces
And the faces do nothing but pout
And I'm laying here
Eyes filling with tears
I miss my earth-burning fire
Now I'm tired
I came prewired
But I think the wires have been scrambled
I don't say too much but now I'm dying and it seems all I can do is ramble
About my day
Meaning the day before
Yesterday
While my life was in flames
And it's all fun and games
But now it's getting colder
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoesíaThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
