Shattered blades of truth Fall pitch black onto my bed On top of my pillow Up underneath the bead spread Down where the "bed buggies" are They pierce the skin of the bed and my pillow And even the bed buggies The floor as well But they don't hurt me
Maybe it is true Sleeping in a bed of lies Isn't all that bad But maybe i should speak for myself Because after all I'm the one that has to live with it. The only one
~just tryin out my skills in poetry. Yes, i know, THEY SUCK.
Yumu Hanto · Fri May 28, 2010 @ 05:52pm · 0 Comments |