black and white pinstripes
are all I can see…
but that’s nothing.
roses.
candy.
raindrop tears.
bullets.
pretty gun sitting there,
hold you if I only dared.
blood stains on the sheets.
even more on the wall.
ring around the rosie…
One.
Two.
Three.
flower petals burning.
reflecting mirror.
hush little baby,
don’t say a word.
shards of glass beneath me.
broken heart.
well it shattered.
sweethearts or sweet tarts.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
black and white pinstripes
are all I can see…
but that’s nothing.
roses.
candy.
raindrop tears.
bullets.
pretty gun sitting there,
hold you if I only dared.
blood stains on the sheets.
even more on the wall.
ring around the rosie…
One.
Two.
Three.
flower petals burning.
reflecting mirror.
hush little baby,
don’t say a word.
shards of glass beneath me.
broken heart.
well it shattered.
sweethearts or sweet tarts.
written: 12.12.05
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