life is just wasted
hanging like a doormat.
perched on the needle,
time just breezes through
still dry in the rain, clueless
which way the wind blew?
Traffic in the mind,
eyes wake up in the snarl,
countless faces,
their lips all curl.
Wasted tears, wasted smiles,
life is just wasted,
rotting amidst flies.
1 comment:
Sigh... it's all wasted.
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