A little less than silent
i threw away a spoon today
because it was dirty
and because
...who misses a spoon?
but anyway
For the, corner,
of my mind, that itched,
that you told me not to scratch
For the, fork,
with which, i sampled my catch
For the, flame,
that licked, that vulnerable patch
For the, shovel,
that ditch, you dug in my back
(those are the reasons i can't sleep, and also a white circular pill id like but wont take because i want it)
tired tired tired.. well its been 2 hours so i'll try again, but i think. hm.
i think you're her anchor
she throws you over-board
just to keep still
(probably not very nice)
(but you never liked her for being nice, anyway)
the hole in my ear hurts. but it doesn't bother me so much. and the keyboard isn't satisfying anymore, and neither is this website, if it ever was... but i thought, maybe, just because no one reads them anymore, maybe it'd be like a notebook. But it's not. It's like a bathroom wall.
because it was dirty
and because
...who misses a spoon?
but anyway
For the, corner,
of my mind, that itched,
that you told me not to scratch
For the, fork,
with which, i sampled my catch
For the, flame,
that licked, that vulnerable patch
For the, shovel,
that ditch, you dug in my back
(those are the reasons i can't sleep, and also a white circular pill id like but wont take because i want it)
tired tired tired.. well its been 2 hours so i'll try again, but i think. hm.
i think you're her anchor
she throws you over-board
just to keep still
(probably not very nice)
(but you never liked her for being nice, anyway)
the hole in my ear hurts. but it doesn't bother me so much. and the keyboard isn't satisfying anymore, and neither is this website, if it ever was... but i thought, maybe, just because no one reads them anymore, maybe it'd be like a notebook. But it's not. It's like a bathroom wall.