By Tatiana Suarez-Pico
The grin on my face wouldn't go away
I had to ask a friend it that was sane
her eyes drowning in tears, my lips danced a ballet
I caught myself trying in vain
My teeth fought to see the light of the night
What price did we have to pay
to know what it feels like to be right?
I don't care anymore to parlay
It still feels like a bunch of broken plates
refuse and porcelain dust
hurting bad, my breath abates
I tried fucking hard, this wasn't just
The grin undulates into a grimace
and I just wanna escape in a pinnace
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Fear is the cheapest room in the house I would like to see you living In better conditions, for your mother and my mother Were friends. ...
-
"I am that I AM" אהיה אשר אהיה -Exodus 3:14 I'm doing research on The Holocaust. In 2013 the world will mark the 80th... -
In Buddhism we get very technical and specific about how to move the winds and channels in the body to achieve certain results. The past...
No comments:
Post a Comment