28 December 2012
You are childish
And it disappoints me
You seemed to have it all together
So I hid beneath your self confidence
But as soon as I got my own
I saw yours was just a pile of rubble
Dust and dirt
And old thirst
For the worst
Rumpled clothing
You're buried beneath
But I can make out your smug smile
It comforts me
Like something familiar
So I burrow in next to you
For a while
Procrastination • Opuss № I