Consume me
Till I’m nothing but a skull
My garden
Has bloomed for the final time
Old age is crippling
But the youth do fall ill
Time is a remembrance
But my tolerance is thin
I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only fooled, crushed, and disposed
Our old swing
Where the child in me escaped
On his bed
My innocence, stolen and stained
Old age is crippling
But the youth do fall ill
Time is a remembrance
But my tolerance is thin
I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only used, disrobed, and disposed
This must stay a secret
So I won’t forget
The fragrance of torment
Fills my room again
How can I be open
When I was often forced
Will I be repainted
If the cloth’s already torn
I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only shaped, shattered, and disposed
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to maydayhobby to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.