Sunday, May 1, 2011

i eat like a baby dinosaur.

nothing goes as planned.
everything will break.
shattered pieces
on the floor
left to rot
forgotten.

buried deeper under more and more nothing until they are dug up again.

i wasn't fit to have you but i will never run and hide
i don't know what can be so hard to say
but wait, there will be a better time
or maybe not.