i stopped writing
when i realized the world stopped reading
i stopped singing
when the world stopped listening
i stopped living
when the world offered me
dead beings
slobs
addicts
worthless
a-holed
throw me in a hole
dig it so deep that
it could fit me you and your dog
before we both get old
too old to ****
too old to love
too old to reason
too old to stop and
feel the season change
the world painted full of flowers
the kind my mother put in my hair
on the day when love was born
little did she know
that love was never sworn
in
it didnt last
it never lasts.