Back by popular demand… My head, my heart, my soul.
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Can you see what I’ve become
No it was not supposed to be this way
A lunatic in hiding, snaking out
Evil like a fur wearing bastard
Shes eating sucked up life
I longed to show the gratitude
In return I wrapped a putrid box
More tainted tear filled lies
It never mattered how you felt
This weary run on sentence
Simply begging to run dry
I never saw it coming, I sigh
There’s a glimpse of light there
Just beyond a door, your door
Send sound waves through my soul
Perhaps a thank you I could muster
Why stagger on the lies
Why stagger in this mess
I can’t see it’s blinding me
Glimpse of yesterday’s fake gems
Plastic clip on earrings
A laugh to break the windows
Your face always guided me
It was not intentional,this flight
No I was not to be this way
I absorb the blood I spurt
In return I tend to project the hurt
I try to keep things light, airy
Baked goods and apple pies
There bleeding on my sleeve
I dare not bring a tangy tear
To the ones I eat them with
I slither back when it is over
Only to begin the scare again
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