I miss my mum
She's not dead
She's just holed up in work instead

No complaints
No regrets
But I know she hates this life when she scratches her head

I miss my mum
She's in the next room

Wanting to be free
But she doesn't leave
Because she misses me too

the Sparrows sing their hearts out
just long enough to wake me
from daydreaming

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

to water the Sunflowers or wait
-no science here
-no alchemy
just a love of flowers.

if you need me, my door is
always closed. you’re evil
and you lie, so when you die,
i won’t shed a tear.

go back to the old places
and see if i cry there. but i
would rather not go there;
i won’t cry because i knew even then.

you said you hated me at first;
a different chapter is still the same book
so why grow new leaves when you can
bask in the decay and detest change?

This well has a bottom
But it's so far
To fall
You die of starvation
Before
You hit the floor
With weeks to think
About why
You plummet
You surely
Could compose
Many a Sonnet.