June 7th, Friday
Red and black and white
Dress to remember the day
That is coming soon
Stories told while breath
Is held is like prison and
Never a good tale
June 7th, Friday
Red and black and white
Dress to remember the day
That is coming soon
Stories told while breath
Is held is like prison and
Never a good tale
In this whole world,
Snow and sun and metal and yet
You pick me?
Your favorite,
first in the morning and last at night
sometimes I think you’re foolish
the way you’ve placed me among the stars
There is five syllab
els in this haiku yup yup
Seven in the last
I felt my heart shatter,
just like they wanted
I wished I could have yelled
I wished I could have SCREAMED
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO HELL
but I can’t.
I can’t breathe in the water while I drown.
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