...you know the rest |
Wrists are made for slicing
bones are made to brake...
I choke on the word I love you
i reach for an impossible embrace...
Dusty clouds echo the motion
of the battle fought this day...
Have you ever had a man look through you?
Although you know he's not looking at all...
Dusty clouds echo the motion
of the battle fought this day...
You've got ONE issue
lying there...
A book of memories lay on my lap
as i flick from page to page...
There's a little place within my dreams
with clear blue Sky's and trickling streams...
Wishing you were dead can always be rectified |
The good die young, the bad live on and the hopeless sit and write poetry about it. |
Blood tastes better when fresh |