My medication
Is the colour
Of the sky in spring
Include my memories
In your repertoire
So that someone will recall
my past self
I beg you pardon
On my knees
Or my feet if you prefer
Pure chemicals is this
And I am it, too
It's what holds my head
Yet it's breaking my neck
I'm not just searching for a rose coloured reflection staring back at me
But at least remember who I was to you and what you imagined me to be
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
My medication
Is the colour
Of the sky in spring
Include my memories
In your repertoire
So that someone will recall
my past self
I beg you pardon
On my knees
Or my feet if you prefer
Pure chemicals is this
And I am it, too
It's what holds my head
Yet it's breaking my neck
I'm not just searching for a rose coloured reflection staring back at me
But at least remember who I was to you and what you imagined me to be
