DesertPromQueen
you wanna know my name?
here it is,
check the tag.
i keep your old things
(hair, hug, kiss, etc. blah blah)
locked up in the closet with them,
too.
i hope your clearance is nice
and clean
lemon scented
so i can never
have my eyes
prying into you
again
if i could
clasp your hand
one last time
feel the sound of your voice
pumping through my veins
i would
never again
fall asleep
empty.
I sit in this
Institution
of learning and sadness.
Here I live,
alone.
The employees
pace back and forth
singing silent songs of joy.
Tomorrow
is
Friday
and we will soon
never return.
She
poured the flour
and measured it,
leveled it out.
I still remember
the little things
Like the way
she gave me dolls
and kissed me goodnight.
I am the arts
of my own
creativity and lifelessness
I am
something
you have never seen
before.
I spent the summer days
Wasting away
In a pretty dress
and lovely face
Sitting amongst the fresh grass
Crying in your place
And that's how
I spent the summer days
I roar
a pain inside of which has no name
an ocean of deep waves
Screaming and chanting to know their freedoms
So I roar
They themselves
No nothing of me
Not of my heart and soul
and dreamer mind
they themselves,
themselves,
themselves
Do you even ever know me?
You yourselves, yourselves
Do you remember me?