Smile with your broken teeth, though the creases of your lips,
I wave good bye, and feed to you, the whitest hope filled lie.

Did I trample on your soul?

That beat shade cheek.
Made For the meek.
And Fill the blackest hole.


Would you now in looking at, the
Disagreeing me.

Find a place, a kindness such,
To ever stop and see.

The heart I have is not of stone
But riddled with unknown.

Did you Mistake?
  
The proper hue.
And Leave me in this mess

Skew the promise,
Present tense.
That holds me in the past.

Would you start,
anew and be.

In distress
at last.

Find comfort in


A ragged bed
to slumber on
And on
And on
we lie.

For us
Forever, dark of  day
I hope a bye a bye.


That the free that you became,
And exited my life.
Holds me in this limbo

Lends my soul to strife

So be gone and someone else.
And I will do the same.
And hold a picture of your face.
In an empty frame..