Pushing up colorless daisies by Britt ZimmermanI am low today
tired
jaded
lonely
twisted up my hair
made up my face
to hide the pain
Left my anger at the door
of some poor unsuspecting chump
feel me wither away in your hands
like dried up petals
He still wants me like I want him
I can feel it BLACK and growing
inside his heart
his lungs
I can taste the discourse in his breath
his lovehateangerresentment
vomiting, spewing from lifeless lips
and I am gone...
6 feet underground
pushing up colorless daisies
and dancing to a beatless drum
09/30/2002 Posted on 09/30/2002 Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman
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