Life Is a Dust Bowl Day Without You
black balloons surround a doomed era
black flowers overtake the colorful effervescence
darkness lingers and makes tingle my fingers
life is a dust bowl day without you
i sit and watch my footprint sneeze on the dusty carpet
i stand and cry when the spiders poke fun at me in every corner and laugh
i scream and shout when the slightest thought of your arms around me has me begging for differentiation
life is a dust bowl day without you
my blood is mixed with pickle juice in a jar in the broken fridge
my pain is written all over the walls in poetic expressions of woe
my heart is cut out by me and says prayers each night for its own survival outside of me
life is a dust bowl day without you
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