i sit in pity in regret of all the nasty things i did
sat there taking and taking
forced, eased....
it was all just the same...
deep batons, twirling and rocking into dark parades
everyone had visited....
i wonder about that dude or him...
which one and when?
The numerous times i bend....
forward and back....on my side...
legs near the neck...
Yes, they got me...
I let myself go in dark things because I thought they could feel me, too
Nothing changed....especially not the hurt...
trickery is a funny mean thing....
but all is with me now....
time will take me where i need to go...
just wait for me, now....
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment