Jun 8, 2009

Dead Moth, M.Betts

Dead Moth
By Maria Betts

A home cooked dinner, breakfast in bed
all the things you said
true love last's, now were a thing of the past
our love songs, our evil tounges
when we wern't there for each other.
so leave this to linger, to slowly die off.
i'll just be your dead moth.