When I dream
I wake
No pretenders
for my throne
It sits empty
waiting for cobwebs
Reason enough
to cease trying
to dismiss thought
to halt movement
to relinquish control
to drop dead
I lead
not even myself
when I peer
towards the Brink
Darkness evades me
I slump
I've been wronged
But no time
to correct the past
Pushing forward
A step up
A long fall
Comments
My heart was shattered
When you fell towards the ground
I see no sense in waiting
for you to come around
Our rings were meant for life
and not just breakaway
I guess that this is closure
and these words I need to say
I'm a mother fucking
curtain rail.
And my life is full of suck.
and Maybury has a curtain friend
that I intend to Fuck....(nohomo)
to the curtain
rail
Ménage
à
trois
You
Me
Me
You
It
I
We
We have fun
Alas...I am but shattered
I feel I was deceived
My heart has broken once again
from this thread I now must leave.
But first some words with reason
of which I share with yous.
Your post contains French overtones.
Which was my biggest clue.
...............................
You are not a curtain
But a French blind.....
Didn't see that coming
Struck me
numbing
More words
I have none
But curtains
I take my final one
:thumbsup: