to glide effortlessly
i grate and grind underneath
you know nothing of selflessness
you know nothing at all
you couldn't place words to this envy
to this longing, i could not want for more
i hate to be this
it hurts to be thismaybe i could be like them
ignorant and self gratifying
maybe if i stopped giving
stopped thinking and refused to see
but you know that won't ever be
so i'll hate and hurt in these illuminated corners
and grate and grind until my feet are merely dust
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