1040am 17/10/18 my heart hurts
dear child don’t sleep your life away
we still have promises to keep and words
for us to sit and stay and don’t you
crumble by your bed again I’ll always
remember that fateful day silly
and pictures capture words that dance
and words that escape and words,
words escape and damn for years,
and years and easy work for words to,
for words to stumble on themselves,
for words to cut off tendons ascetic
and crumble to pieces by the hand
of lovers that don’t, and we damn
ourselves to fate and shelve our words
you’re staying away under your bed isn’t it
I know you don’t have to keep promises, or
promises to keep just a desire
to sleep our lives away