the day spilled over
and I am sick
the light is ***** and yellow and sticky looking
I’m waiting for your call
but I dont want to sleep
I dont wanna look in the mirror
I dont want to do anything
death seems simple
close your eyes
write a letter
maybe a kiss on the cheek
before I go
I’m just worn out
its a bit simple
but a litte too simple
for me to let go
I see you come through the snow
work boots pinching your feet
I remember childhood novels
about married women and things
and its all good
sometimes it takes your worn out face
to remember why I keep kicking.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC
the day spilled over
and I am sick
the light is ***** and yellow and sticky looking
I’m waiting for your call
but I dont want to sleep
I dont wanna look in the mirror
I dont want to do anything
death seems simple
close your eyes
write a letter
maybe a kiss on the cheek
before I go
I’m just worn out
its a bit simple
but a litte too simple
for me to let go
I see you come through the snow
work boots pinching your feet
I remember childhood novels
about married women and things
and its all good
sometimes it takes your worn out face
to remember why I keep kicking.
