Empty clay spread in the morgue
Of broken bodies
To be moulded
Contortion, distortion
Every day
Clicked in a burst
Of sunshine
On your skin and mine
You don’t like
I don’t like
Who does?
I live my life
You live yours
We call it ours
You don’t live it
I don’t live it
Who does?
Seedless debts in my heels
Too many fancy bowls in your way
You don’t care
I don’t repay
Who does?..
1 comment:
Nice take on the shallow relationships that people keep & then pretend it to be all there is..
A web of lies we weave & stay comfortably numb within..
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