04-13-2012, 05:30 AM
I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.
Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.
Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.