Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
eliza-fadigattoPoems
I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were I’ll bury your guitar and rhythm less tunes Right down alongside you My fox, my friend, my confidant The last mammal I could depend upon I don’t think you can rot your way out of this situation But I’ll bury you with all your songs and all of your ramblings ons About how your life, our love, my disposition Was never quite the way you wanted it to be My fox, my faux, my confidant I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were I’ll take your half-strung 1984 Gibson Les Paul Explorer I’ll play it til my calluses bleed I’ll play it til my calluses bleed
0
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Foxing
I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were I’ll bury your guitar and rhythm less tunes Right down alongside you My fox, my friend, my confidant The last mammal I could depend upon I don’t think you can rot your way out of this situation But I’ll bury you with all your songs and all of your ramblings ons About how your life, our love, my disposition Was never quite the way you wanted it to be My fox, my faux, my confidant I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were I’ll take your half-strung 1984 Gibson Les Paul Explorer I’ll play it til my calluses bleed I’ll play it til my calluses bleed
eliza-fadigatto
Written by
eliza-fadigatto
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem