Monday, February 07, 2005

* Light Blue Cup

A light blue cup made from hand
Misshaped and colored
Whipped up and very bland

Friendly to offer it
And the need why not have of it
Sadly find to first sip last
The paint is poison
And now their death comes fast

You feel sorry but sorry is not enough
Filling that light blue cup
Water move past your salty lips
You fall and that is it

1 comment:

Nettie said...

I like- kinda morbid, but then so am I.