Thoughts From Beside A Park Bench
Scraping away the corners Rounded into the ground I turn towards your sun Screaming at the stares Who are you to judge With your socks and sandals Around every corner Another crack
Requiem For My Dreams
Bring back the dark. She breaks Silently making her mark. Alone with my two best friends. I imagine myself to be a Wash up before it ends. I just want to sleep. I’m broke In this too deep.
