I just
I just don't
I just don't know what to say anymore.
Lost in a sea of stamps and chores
Dark curtain is closing
I don't want to go back there.
I want to save myself
Misery's hand is so warm
Like fresh blood from a wound
This pressure on my heart
that forces tears
Takes my affectation
And leaves
nothing.
2 comments:
I'm jealous of Michael Andrew for getting such a beautiful peace.
As a kid I loved playing with those babushka dolls.....
Thank you Ice Chewer! I have a collection of matryoshka dolls wearing babushkas!
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