8/1/08

Friday, August 1, 2008

Crazy calling out depression depression read all about it--i can't walk past mirrors cause i hate the shades of gray in my faceand i can't stand up out of bedcause the feeling of falling right on my head over heels silk eyes wrapped with lead maybe calling was a bad idea got the neighbors in the back throwing fits lately tomorrow is like one bad dream stuck in the gutter the clean my teeth with grit and grime, don't notice the butterfly seems to fly on by and flaps airwaves spelling out your name with his wings wish i were a dragonfly i would follow you all night then die wish i was a firefly id burn out and it'd be understood how i felt wouldn't have to write these poems i'll close my eyes and hope to god--tomorrow i can hold my head and pray tomorrow i'll be a blackbird looming around cause you chose the wrong kind the wrong guy who has my eyes but not my mind, and he'll be your new dragonfly.