Monday, March 5, 2012

Okay

Faces glowing
Fingers searching

These blood vessels want a new donor
They are tired of this same management
Pumping, pumping, pumping

My skin is no longer taut
All you've ever known is a sham
Pretenders, fakes, imposters

Impose on me your ideas
Until my body is too full
Until I have no more strength

Arms stretched
Heart crashed

These blood vessels stopped looking
They are content, okay, just okay
Expanding, expanding, expanding

1 comment:

Amy Marie said...

okay. you've got to tell me what this one's about