so this is the end of the year
and goodbys will be the only thing I never have to take leave of.
scraping the crust more and more
till I found that maybe I overbaked myself
and nothing is left but the crumbs for the dogs.
the darkest country road
is trying to blossom in memory
but my passenger seat
only holds a window
that shows slow moving blurr
can I come to this inbetween
stars and starvations
can I come to this meanwhile
cars and carnations
are bombing my soul to numbed tears
no simple school shooting that rocks me
everyday awake
everyday I am raped
everyday it takes
me away
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