Ripped and Torn
Do you still call me in your dreams?
Fetus pillow ,how I miss your feet
Alarmclock flashes through molasses
Teary pillow tangled sheets
Recalling conversation
Questioning the answers
Recoiling in retreat
C'mon coffee, stay awake
Time to face the busy street
Time to walk the depro beat
Laughs too loud and sleeps too late
Tattle tale twin- duck taped inside
Dodge the cars avoid the bars
In case Im forced to laugh
About their weekend aftermath
Prying lies sniffing eyes
Stick to shadows when you run
Dont u get it? Do I have to spell it?
What a klutz , walking retard
Exposed in headlights, and hates the nights
Ha ha lookit him
Tries to nurse his broken heart
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2016
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