These are random feeling I have to get into words for my own sanity. Writing is therapeutic and soothing to my soul. Sick with reflection of how scattered this noggin's broaden view can whisper hope bleeding hearts to smile.
Monday, July 24, 2006
You should of dressed me in white, put flowers in my hair.
Tears lack their attachment to our good-bye.
Lavander seeks out to numb my brain.
From the repitition of you elaborate stories.
Please, not one more excuse.
I feel used, bruise confused by the song played.
The house is due for some grooming,
My eyes our drooping.
Grow a backbone your insecurities are revolting.
Try coping for a change, stop calling my name.
Please, leave I have nothing left for you here.
Can't I move on without feeling ashamed.
Behind all the clouds lies a clear true refrain.
Waiting to be Appreciated, without being Enibreated.
Drink from your own casket, I plan to be thrown into the ocean. eternally sharing my wealth. Stealthfully recognize this no longer ponders a sweeter somber together. The Leather stintch, is nausiating. Dress in your own flesh for a change, dead ones don't suit you. Pursuing the day when looking away comes easy. Needy, sucking my river bank dry. Resting on everything I now sow, repair for my own clarity. No longer clinging to what went before.
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