maverynthia | Nov. 11th, 2004

something something heart ripped out
more stuff and then stepped on
trust broken, heart broken
some stuff about cutting myself

I thought my backbone was stout
then you were gone
my life shattered the only token
nothing rhymes with myself other than elf

I have a happy pineapple carafe
but I'm not happy, uhmmmmm giraffe
sad sad I am...I cry I need a strong ~~staff~~ pole on which to lean on and walk -forward in the utter blackness

the cheese in the fridge begins to mold
I thought we'd be friends until we were old
but you put it on E-Bay and it sold
the white box surrounds me and makes me cold

-Maverynthia