Untitled ode to a wished lover

broken glass  in my tea

I don’t know whats become of me

I have no reason to be lonely

 

sometimes I find I cannot say

how I got to be this way

so fragile in my hope

so full of glass

I join the sky as I mope

think for my dreams: alas

like silk scrubbed with sour soap

waiting for these times to pass

groping in the darkness

and I know I’m failing

and wishing I was heartless

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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