Jan. 22nd, 2013
The bird tweets, but not for you.
Like a teapot screaming with no one to remove it;
Your voice is like a teleprompter on a fuzzy station telling me the evening news
But it's not as if you are hallowing out my bones with every word
The rings of age on my trunk are colored red and blue when you were there
but now green with life and growth and care
and I can't figure out if I'm completely full of ****
or if I'm just over it.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
Jan. 22nd, 2013
The bird tweets, but not for you.
Like a teapot screaming with no one to remove it;
Your voice is like a teleprompter on a fuzzy station telling me the evening news
But it's not as if you are hallowing out my bones with every word
The rings of age on my trunk are colored red and blue when you were there
but now green with life and growth and care
and I can't figure out if I'm completely full of ****
or if I'm just over it.
