glassy, blue, three white eyes
pinned like sequins in navy skies
look lovingly upon whats deemed right
but cares little of their lies at night.
three quarters of the way, persistence
one quarter of the way, resistance
i'm no better than spilled, smeared paint
drawn rigidly over time with little complaint.
i don't know what's best for of you though
you like her enough to let me go
you've been so thoughtless all along
and i've tried hard to hold up strong
and while it's hard for me to see
that you choose dead end company
in a masochistic production spree
it's time for you to set me free
No comments:
Post a Comment