The Cure

It’s the breaking away of time 

In fragments . 

I find myself in the corner . 

Wondering how love like butterfly’s 

Never returns home . 

It’s some kind of destorted window pane 

Shards of color that cuts the iris 

Until we can’t see clearly 

We are left alone wondering 

Why . 

You left with all the pieces of me 

I’m left with the price . 

Here’s the change he said 

And spit on me . 

You see I’m not much 

But I give 

So here is this heart and my puffy red lips 

He laughs and says what is a man to do with this ? 

Don’t worry he just can’t see you

She said .