Chicken Noodle Soup for the Soul

5/19/17

 

Blue

 

when I see you I act

 

if forever is this table and never is that spoon

does chicken noodle soup for the soul actually kill you?

if forever is this table

would we be or would we shatter

“I don’t believe in forever” he says as he takes his seat

at the dinner

table your passions they are not welcome here

we are what we

eat your

fill your cup

half full of poison

 

half empty of hope

 

 

Pink

 

when I hear you I hear petals

 

falling in love

 

you love me

 

Or do I want you to fall

 

you love me not

 

I think you fell

 

you love me

This poem is about: 
Me

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