curbdrop out of grace

shitty poem about a shitty thing i can't shake

how do you feel,
how do you deal with it all,
though the suns out,
it's raining inside your head.

how do you feel,
how do you deal with it all,
though you doubt it,
you wouldn't be better off dead.

the birds they sing,
singing a sad song,
they're practicing,
for the moment you wave goodnite.

i wish you wanted to stay,
but you couldn't face another day,
so you left in an unnatural way,
i regret,
i never even got to say goodbye.

now i can't feel,
now i can't deal with it all,
though i'm talking,
i'm thinking about becoming quiet.

the birds they sing,
singing a sad song,
they're practicing,
for the moment i wave goodnite.

posted by fillshe @ 7:14 PM