04-17-2018, 09:17 PM
Garbage
I wish you could discard me,
ball up our past, throw it in a can-
the metal might ring from impact,
but once silence takes over,
alone with thoughts the size of our brains,
we'll realize the truth:
"till death do us part," belongs with half read anniversary cards
that rest at the bottom of dumpsters,
surrounded by maggots, who'll one day
sprout wings and fly away like angels to heaven.
I wish you could discard me,
ball up our past, throw it in a can-
the metal might ring from impact,
but once silence takes over,
alone with thoughts the size of our brains,
we'll realize the truth:
"till death do us part," belongs with half read anniversary cards
that rest at the bottom of dumpsters,
surrounded by maggots, who'll one day
sprout wings and fly away like angels to heaven.
Time is the best editor.