Your smile is filled with poison
And your teeth are a cemetery
filled with the bodies if those you've left
And I am in the centre
10 spaces down,
10 spaces up
10 spaces left
10 spaces right
On my headstone in your very own words
Never was what I wanted.
Yet always to much for me to handle
And I lay away
In my cement coffin
Waiting for the grave to be dug up.
and for me to be hoisted out
Waiting to be held by you
once again
©jusanidiot
J