88- Sponge Heart
The thoughts are all jumbled in my mind.
I wish they would come out clearer.
I wish they would come out clearer.
I am always wishing for something I don’t have.
Sometimes it’s small stuff.
Like the expensive watercolors I can’t afford.
Or the all white Nike shoes with the white socks.
Like the expensive watercolors I can’t afford.
Or the all white Nike shoes with the white socks.
Sometimes it’s superficial stuff.
Like a flatter stomach
or symmetrical eyes.
Like a flatter stomach
or symmetrical eyes.
And sometimes it’s bigger than all that.
Sometimes I wish I had a different heart.
Like mine was made a bit too fragile.
Like it might break at the slightest touch.
It seems too soft with all these little holes.
Like a sponge.
An overused one that gets filled with
dirty water but doesn’t always get squeezed out.
Sometimes I wish I had a different heart.
Like mine was made a bit too fragile.
Like it might break at the slightest touch.
It seems too soft with all these little holes.
Like a sponge.
An overused one that gets filled with
dirty water but doesn’t always get squeezed out.
And sometimes that’s how I feel too.
Like a sponge in desperate need of being wrung out.
Like a sponge in desperate need of being wrung out.
-sas