i spent some time with you tomorrow.
it helped somehow to down my sorrow,
like john donne my heart,
to another due
labours to admit thee.
however tho does NOT seek to shine and mend.
to burn and rend, to twisted and wend,
the truth around your thoughts are dark.
i am the whale. you are the shark.
i shall compare thee to a foreign city.
from afar, first seen, is clean and pretty.
but given time the seediness shows.
dank, dark, underbelly, dampened glows
of familys hidden in decrepid slums.
like that, your mind hides depths unseen
depths most soiled, most unclean,
that you try desperately to hide from the world.
and project the image of shining summer.
well screw you. AND your mumma. |
Submission Name: all is not what it seems
