The Nearest Quarter

My house is a mess but my heart is warm-I bleed the past in coughs of madness
But my heart is warm
You cannot count on me as I cannot count on myself
But my heart is warm

I’ll forget your face but forgive your slap
I’ll search the store for honey then put it back
I talk in circles
But my heart is warm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s