funkabella

ooooo i found some old scribblings ...................



seeing you with your guard down
and your blinders on
your atttention invisible to my craving heart
coldness a trait i wish youd ignore
so i'll sit here and smoke bowl after bowl
i'll be the good obediant little "housewife"
i'll clean and cook
biting my tongue when i disagree
with your narrowmindedness money hungry soul
other realities i wish youd approach openly
wandering eyes and an anorexic girlfriend
but i'll sit here and smore some more
wash our clothes by hand
and cook lucious foods from scratch
i'll play with my dreads instead of speaking up
i'll stifle my growling stomach
and live on water and pills
so i can be visibly pleasing
for you and your shady tour phriends
i'll just sit here and smoke my bowl again
and crave for a conversation with someone that cares
someone like the first
who should have been
the last

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today i found the card
you gave me
when we got
engaged
and my heart broke once again
because now
you send those cards
to another
and i am erased
from your heart
regrets i have
are apparent
to untrained eyes
tears are the flashing neon lights
that scream
i am nothing
without you
but i was even less
when i was in your reach

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