Sow What You ReapA Poem by Wasteofpaint666The blacks and the blues of the bruises your heart shows Tell where my words hit And the way that you crumble and fall on the asphalt Brings me comfort with it The way that you tug on your heartstrings is pathetically endearing It pulls me either which way And the way that I feel when I’m falling to the wayside is Like the games that you play Sorry I had to see someone in need of flawless speech and action Crying in their sleep Sorry I had to be the one that makes it difficult, but Someday I will sow what I reap The blacks and the blues of the bruises your heart shows Are magnetized and they’re pulling me close And the way that you crumble and fall to the asphalt Is like another big dose The way that you tug on your heartstrings is pathetically endearing And sympathy shows itself here And the way that I feel when I’m falling to the wayside Leaves me no room to steer Sorry I had to see someone in need of flawless speech and action Crying in their sleep Sorry I had to be the one that makes it difficult, but SOMEDAY I WILL SOW WHAT I REAP © 2015 Wasteofpaint666 |
StatsAuthorWasteofpaint666Portland, ORAboutI treat objects like women, I drink like my dad, and I'm not as cool as you think. I spend more than half my day in head. INTJ, OCD, and BAMF. more..Writing
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