like a honeybee
i
flit and flirt
from
girl to girl
i
can't commit
easily forget
pain and sorrow
there's always tomorrow
abusing trust
it's just rust
look into the mirror
there's nothing dearer
i
have myself
who needs anyone else
toss away friends
there's always more
who cares if they're
hurt to the core
prince of pain
loves the rain
tears of grief
there's no relief
broken heart
pierced by dart
no need to care
or be fair
her heart is in tatters
but
i'm
all that matters
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
Hungry, no breakfast again
Nosed pressed up to the screen door of the cafeteria
While the other children play
I watch and sniff the air while they eat
Wishing I had those soft, delicious rolls
That cold milk
I had bologna on white bread
And green Kool-Aid in a thermos
Always warm and unappealing by lunch time
Same thing every day
Once Kathy gave me a roll
And it made my day
Sep 18, 2009
Sep 18, 2009 at 6:27 AM UTC