M's Poetry
Derailed
Discard these feelings
don't really need them
I could be just fine without you
it might take some adjustments
but you can no longer be my crutch
because it's not these empty barrels
alone that have produced our failure
in the course of our actions we sure have had help
it's just a matter of time
before one of us wants out
I am just the first to speak
to finalize our decisions in ink
I want to leave you well
maybe even friends
but I don't think that is possible
the roses for us just never bloom
the hurt I am sure will come swiftly
knives doesn't have to be sharpened
to cut the surface
just has to be gently inserted
and in the midst of this mad season
it was never my wish
to become your nemesis
but the corners of the house
holds our spaces
we never really talked
so how the hell could we ever make it?
the question that just never really had no answers
all this debris found in the train wreck
the memories haunt me like passengers
passing all stop signs so quietly......
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
don't really need them
I could be just fine without you
it might take some adjustments
but you can no longer be my crutch
because it's not these empty barrels
alone that have produced our failure
in the course of our actions we sure have had help
it's just a matter of time
before one of us wants out
I am just the first to speak
to finalize our decisions in ink
I want to leave you well
maybe even friends
but I don't think that is possible
the roses for us just never bloom
the hurt I am sure will come swiftly
knives doesn't have to be sharpened
to cut the surface
just has to be gently inserted
and in the midst of this mad season
it was never my wish
to become your nemesis
but the corners of the house
holds our spaces
we never really talked
so how the hell could we ever make it?
the question that just never really had no answers
all this debris found in the train wreck
the memories haunt me like passengers
passing all stop signs so quietly......
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
