my own

mqouuiseetmqouuiseet Posts: 35
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
baddreams bites and resentment
________my tired eyes

trying to fit throughsmall spaces
shrinking as i go shrinking as i try to fit

should it be this hard? my eyes are burning ...
but i've had enough sleep..too much sleep

smells like my man..makes me miss him ...more
..i miss him anyhow so bad.

he'sgotta make sure hissister is okay
gotta make sure she's not suffering


why do i keep having these nightmares?
finally escaping the daily panic
turns out all the backs of the pages are scribbled on too.
...but i had a really long sleep

i hope i'm not picking something up
this shit is to make sure i stick to my heart and guns
it's for me so i don't fuck up.

sales tax is the killer...takes all your profits
i might look like i'm sleeping but i can hear everything...making sense of your nonsense..he looks so pretty asleep..
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