MG (06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

How Fast.

How fast you spear my delousing and take away my dreams

As if your picking icing off of a cake.

Your anger become darker then the color black oh and how

You make the storm come down apron my head.

How you forest me to hate when I felt nothing at all, how quickly

You blame others for your own forgotten rules.

You choose only to believe in the wrongs of people, then wonder

Why know one come around.

There is clearly no welcome invite for you to stay or to talk interrupt

How they stand.

I wonder why they can see the truth behind your silver eyes, and how

You do not see it at all.

Maybe the mirror need to be dusted or even removed for it does not

Seem to be working at all.

by maria goodison

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