Dec 2014
Drip...
The ice melts and drips
Onto withered, frosty grass
Drip...
The ice falls onto
Dead flowers that have no hope
Of ever living again
Drip...
Fingers snapping off
Bits of the ice
That drips onto their thin gloves
Drip...
That sad little sound
That's feeble and painful
To hear after the Christmas parties
That
Drip...
With more fake pretences
Of over exaggerated happiness
And joy
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
The ice melts and drips
Onto withered, frosty grass
Drip...
The ice falls onto
Dead flowers that have no hope
Of ever living again
Drip...
Fingers snapping off
Bits of the ice
That drips onto their thin gloves
Drip...
That sad little sound
That's feeble and painful
To hear after the Christmas parties
That
Drip...
With more fake pretences
Of over exaggerated happiness
And joy
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
