MY FEELINGS DON’T BELONG
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Just a phone call that’s all it took
To bring back memories of a closed book
Each day I turn the page
The chapter begins when I’m full of rage
Hearing those words
Tares at my heart
I should have stopped reading the story at the very start
I know its happening
Or at least the ending
It’s like a compulsive person who can’t stop spending
So what should I do
And who do I turn to?
Certainly not you
Autumn leaves turn to stones
The what was tender meat is now just bones
A soft snowflake
Is slithers of glass
My safe windows break
I loose the key to the doors
Rotten boards leave spellcs on the floors
What to do next
As right now I’m vexed
I want to burn this damb book
And all that goes with it
I have but one match
This paper will be
lit
But memories sadly go on
My feelings don’t belong
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