Misbehaving on Sundays,
and regretting on Mondays,
brings anxiety of days to come,
I'll be happy again someday.
Living for tomorrow,
stealing instead of borrow,
I thought you'd be my freedom,
now I have no relaxation with sorrow.
Condemned beyond redemption,
please discard my apprehension,
your consequences I don't need em',
I wish you'd eliminated my affection.
Sewing patches on my blanket,
cancel the receptions banquet,
just drown all my equisetum,
I knew I wouldn't make it.
The head games of fabrication,
I don't deserve your elimination,
fragmented to pieces and beaten,
lies of deceit and frustration.
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: March 28, 2016~
Every layer amassed vertically on the previous
Quintessentially abdicated from the next’s cornerstone
Upward from yet another illuminated chlorophyll-filled vascular vessel
Inspiring the growth of the next generation
Seemingly taxed at consecutive intervals
Each layer recedes like roman pilasters.
Tolling delicately to not topple the tower
Umbilical to existence,
Mother of creation is left on top.