today I wonder if emotions or love can be measured.
I wonder if you ever loved me
and wonder where I will end up in this life,
maybe I will work in a strip club.
not as a dancer though,
it will be my job to stand somewhere that represents everything god despises.
or maybe I will end up in a hospital,
not as a patience with cancer or heart conditions
but as someone who is too crazy to function
or is to tranquilized to build a new life anymore.
or maybe, I will meet another mediocre guy
whom I will think I am in love with just because he hugged me once
and told me about his philosophies of life.
I will marry that guy within a month and move to a small village.
I might stop planting blue violets then,
if he doesn't find another one that is.
or maybe I will end up cramped over
next to the tall buildings of New York City
blood filled with whatever drug is cheap those days
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