Cover up the mirrors and I'll find somewhere to look,
rip me into pieces like the pages of an old notebook,
smudge me into ink stains, stick a needle in my eye,
scribble over my mistakes and cross me out with lines.
Turn me inside out to wash and
hang me out to dry,
drown me in a dried up lake
and cool me down by fire,
spit me out like sour grapes,
then leave me like an ageing wine,
just now, I've quite the bitter taste
but I still need a little time.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Cover up the mirrors and I'll find somewhere to look,
rip me into pieces like the pages of an old notebook,
smudge me into ink stains, stick a needle in my eye,
scribble over my mistakes and cross me out with lines.
Turn me inside out to wash and
hang me out to dry,
drown me in a dried up lake
and cool me down by fire,
spit me out like sour grapes,
then leave me like an ageing wine,
just now, I've quite the bitter taste
but I still need a little time.