So exorbed in my selfish self obsession
I've lost my empathy
I supose it was never ment
To be thrown like confetti
Perhaps that's why
When they swept it all up
And threw it away
I stoped giving it away so easily
But I miss the me
That weeped confetti empathy
Because she had a heart
And
While it may have been to big
At least it beat.
~brokenglasseye
YOU ARE READING
THE CONSISTANCY OF AIR .3
PoetryI could say this is a book about poems, but the truth is its a book about my life fragmented by words.
