*I'm the silent metaphor
from sunny, Sunday afternoons
after calling each one of your friends, and
laughing about how you're going to die today*
Oh how the flowers are giggling in dragging days
Yes, I'm going to die today
The things a blank canvas does to my mind
is something even books will not confide
with these things drawing into my head
there are ways to die
but not without a silent metaphor
to take your place
but not today.
Oh the silent Sundays on a Saturday
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
*I'm the silent metaphor
from sunny, Sunday afternoons
after calling each one of your friends, and
laughing about how you're going to die today*
Oh how the flowers are giggling in dragging days
Yes, I'm going to die today
The things a blank canvas does to my mind
is something even books will not confide
with these things drawing into my head
there are ways to die
but not without a silent metaphor
to take your place
but not today.
Oh the silent Sundays on a Saturday
