Morbidly Romantic
then give me your heart-
i'll keep it safe,
i have one empty glass bowl
or tupperware if you prefer,
like my soul i'll feed it
indecision & spite,
& pain, whatever else this world might,
i'll try in vain to supress
happiness & hope
& shame, then i'll scream at god's
undoing of all my work
when there's no one else
to blame.
Copyright © David Glines | Year Posted 2005
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