Apr 2014
Why is it that when we feel
like our world has turned inside out
flipped over like a dying fish like a dying bird
like a broken wing bent out of proportion
all we can do is say a two letter word
in a fleeting expression softer than the fleece
on my freshly washed jacket where I hide
from every sound and breath
oh
like our world has turned inside out
flipped over like a dying fish like a dying bird
like a broken wing bent out of proportion
all we can do is say a two letter word
in a fleeting expression softer than the fleece
on my freshly washed jacket where I hide
from every sound and breath
oh
I'm not entirely certain how to describe this. Its just been a rough day, so why not write something with no meter or rhyme or reason? It helps.
