I did not put my head on quite right this morning.
I am not straight today.
Neither horizontal,
Nor vertical.
I am curved.
I am not right.
I am crucified by the surrounding air upon my bed.
I lie and wait for you to heal me.
Touch me on the forehead and i fall into your arms.
Am i better?
Better be.
Best to be.
Pity's hard to come by in a world of people trapped within their own sad minds.
Tomorrow we'll do better.
Tomorrow we'll be fine.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
I did not put my head on quite right this morning.
I am not straight today.
Neither horizontal,
Nor vertical.
I am curved.
I am not right.
I am crucified by the surrounding air upon my bed.
I lie and wait for you to heal me.
Touch me on the forehead and i fall into your arms.
Am i better?
Better be.
Best to be.
Pity's hard to come by in a world of people trapped within their own sad minds.
Tomorrow we'll do better.
Tomorrow we'll be fine.
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