The trouble is
you don't know me
you colour in
the meticulous hue
of your own understanding
stay between the lines
when I
I am all over the place
a scattered array
of splotches and starts
a mismatch
that hole in the sock
unmendable
promise
true
Sadness rips through me now
I am witness to death and disfunction
Sober mind drunk on suggestions of
mercy
Little corpse still warm to the touch
tiny breaths
gasps of last life
ebb away leave
the stone cold boulder
bleeding heart
I tore away the gauzy haze of
my own imperfections
stood starkly naked
wept for the rolling years
where I hid
Tiny misfortune
intended meal
Bury it now
Beneath the lilac tree
shed somber tears
Suggestions of Mercy
Suggestions of Mercy
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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I read it as the loss of a pet, a mouse maybe caught by the family cat. Deep mousey, the way your mind scurries too and fro. Your writng runs outside the lines too painting beautiful pictures on my erratic, mind. Never could color in them lines either and that's trouble for a virgo, lmao "C"
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