Bubbles The Chump©
I exist in bubbles of pink of green of blue
a world known to very few,
pink is when i dream him so near
blue catches me awake between every tear.
Green is an ever present state of mind
being jealous cause i was left behind,
i'm captured inside and can not leave
because on my own the world i can't conceive.
One day soon i hope my bubbles will burst
i'll be at the place for which i hunger and thirst,
those colors and more instead will merge in a rainbow
floating over it not trapped in bubbles is where i long to go.
For what's love if you can't share it physically
it's hate for life being the death of me,
i'm already dead i just take up space
pieces of broken me scattered in bubbles all over the place!
Copyright© 2012
What's a chump a victim to do each day
when their breath of life is taken away????
Sally
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