Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Mind melted on the kitchen floor. Open the door and use it as a door mat. I will join you, and then I will join it. Scrapped under shoes separated throughout the world. Which part is where? Will it ever be whole? A hollow body searches through a town that's changed. And hasn't. The weather changes as much as his moods. And like the weather, he wakes sunny and falls cold. I'm sorry I don't fully understand. I'm sorry I'm scared. I'm sorry I can't help. I'm sorry all I want is your help. And it was meant to be different. Haven't been back a week, and already I feel worse than when I left.
0
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Home
Mind melted on the kitchen floor. Open the door and use it as a door mat. I will join you, and then I will join it. Scrapped under shoes separated throughout the world. Which part is where? Will it ever be whole? A hollow body searches through a town that's changed. And hasn't. The weather changes as much as his moods. And like the weather, he wakes sunny and falls cold. I'm sorry I don't fully understand. I'm sorry I'm scared. I'm sorry I can't help. I'm sorry all I want is your help. And it was meant to be different. Haven't been back a week, and already I feel worse than when I left.
jiminy-cricket
Written by
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem