AWKWARD

i am no calculator , i make mistake's 

Life weary and dulled 

Alone my body a discarded mannequin

Waiting to be culled

 

Careless am i ,carefree was i

Looking through bright eye's 

Behind lay my mind ,like an empty book

"Fill me" with thought's i fail to reconize

But in time know them to be love

And squeeze the loved 

Untilnewl born emotion's 

Bring forth tear's of joy 

And know and understand both sode's of sadness 

 

Paid for like like's whore ,discarded through lack of interest

Realise that dangerous potion of the sword of ambivalence

And the shield of hubris 

Discard these before those who bestow udon you 

The title of lover

And when it please's them, use thier children for cover