the day called wednesday was beautiful
and in the morning my heart leaped to its seeping aroma
but the day wore a mask, now revealing its grotesque cadaver before my eyes
how dare u look that good when i want to hate u so fucking much
id finally gotten over you(or so i thought)
then u walk in the room, no, infect the room
u swarm with your disease til i cower and draw my feble attempt at distraction, my usual etchings(drawings) in my skin
not because i want to, but because of overwhelming malady
but somehow a warm smile creeps across ur face
dont u realize what u do?
i do believe ive fallen in love though(with someone else obviously)
and im glad my mind chooses this to base my dreams(in my half-sleepless night)
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