just when
i thought i burned that bridge
i realize
somehow in shock each time
that you cant burn
stone
you can see the shadow
of charcoal brushstrokes
outlined on the gray surface
it crawls up the sides
one day
ill take a sponge
and scrub away those ashes
it will be "like new"
see those weeds?
in the patch of green
before you walk over
the dying bridge
they are
criss crossed in daisy's
ill pick them all
until all that's left
is yellow for
miles and miles
isn't that nice?
i thought so too
so how bout
you find your knees
and settle down
so you too
can pull weeds from the ground
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 12:28 PM UTC
just when
i thought i burned that bridge
i realize
somehow in shock each time
that you cant burn
stone
you can see the shadow
of charcoal brushstrokes
outlined on the gray surface
it crawls up the sides
one day
ill take a sponge
and scrub away those ashes
it will be "like new"
see those weeds?
in the patch of green
before you walk over
the dying bridge
they are
criss crossed in daisy's
ill pick them all
until all that's left
is yellow for
miles and miles
isn't that nice?
i thought so too
so how bout
you find your knees
and settle down
so you too
can pull weeds from the ground
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