ampoule
02-20-2008, 09:07 AM
It Smells
Teen spirit or life, yes either,
There's a stench in not loving me,
Leaving me in a puddle, wondering,
Greasy fingernails reaching, but
She walks out the door, perfumed
Instead, home each morning, yet
Never really coming back,
With the lights out, or on, their
Entertainment is so dangerous,
I am a mosquito for swatting,
They do it well, I am splattered,
No blood, but guts that churned,
Cried out in silence, pulling them in,
No one should see love oozing,
Wasted, floating to the ceiling,
Bouncing there and should it come
Back my way, I hit it, not mine.
Oh well.
Whatever.
Never mind.
sad ampoule, February Twentieth, TwoThousandEight
Teen spirit or life, yes either,
There's a stench in not loving me,
Leaving me in a puddle, wondering,
Greasy fingernails reaching, but
She walks out the door, perfumed
Instead, home each morning, yet
Never really coming back,
With the lights out, or on, their
Entertainment is so dangerous,
I am a mosquito for swatting,
They do it well, I am splattered,
No blood, but guts that churned,
Cried out in silence, pulling them in,
No one should see love oozing,
Wasted, floating to the ceiling,
Bouncing there and should it come
Back my way, I hit it, not mine.
Oh well.
Whatever.
Never mind.
sad ampoule, February Twentieth, TwoThousandEight