I will not right your wrong
Just for sometime, now
And you would do me the same
Favor, & breathe
Because, nothing remains
Pretty much
Everyday is a worthless mess
Night's thoughtless doom
So let's give it all up
But walk with me
In this abandoned garden laden with starfruit
So much fruit, oh, what do we do
Also, feel
The lazy afternoon summer breeze
Wafting toward the salty river
Carrying my many unwanted ungodly fears
Because we are both so sick and so tired
And we've forgotten
What starfruit tastes like
But not entirely
That unknown strong citrus taste
In our childhood mouths
So abused and plenty scared
Although, adulthood ain't no better either
It's the same cage, just the garb is new
And also, there's nil magic
Just drab mundane Tuesdays
Full of incurable guilt, unending tasks.
1 comment:
I will come back to read this again later. Maybe then I will find the words for what I felt. Beautiful.
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