Samanthica

Sweet- something soft to feel
Dangerously close to the edge of the road
A delicate rose 
A field
Yet still I remain
Blissfully unaware
Of the time-bomb ticking underneath my dinner chair 

Once more, I regress
Nothing more, nothing less 

So lay me down where the tile meets the hardwood 
And alas I'll admire the warmth of it's boards 
For soon there after
Be no laughter 
As I fall onto the basement floor 

Once more, I regress
Nothing more, nothing less 

Sweet- something soft to feel
Dangerously close to the edge of the road
A delicate rose
A field