Sighing, I guess will be the title (Feb 29th 2012)
Like a fabric torn apart…
I don’t know who you are/
just a shred of a thing… Like Picasso’s art!
you say, you can be the best thing/
then you find your faults.
shopping in the mall
to find faulty parts…
It’s no genius to see this, just egregious
to speak this
Like a dream I can see this
But only if I’m dreaming.
Find a valley in the region
Of never believing.
Like a fountain,
Saying “how did I find this reason?”
Always bitching.
”one day”
I would feel this way
Trying to talk to itself
“why am I bleeding?”
Ross Ean
