Dec 2010
Think, small heart.
Don't say
sad eyes know things.
Don't say
hurt things make poems.
I raised you wrong,
told you lies to console you.
Now you speak in five cent fortunes.
Now you don't know anything.
Don't say
sad eyes know things.
Don't say
hurt things make poems.
I raised you wrong,
told you lies to console you.
Now you speak in five cent fortunes.
Now you don't know anything.
