Applesauce

I wrote a book
And the words were rich with honey
Entitled:
Did You Want A Reason to Hurt Me
or Did You Simply Find It Funny?

Should I open up my mouth
Let your applesauce inside
Walk upon my tongue
In a burglary of doubt?
You’d steal the words right out

It’s like the times when I fall
I’m convinced that someone planned it
I can’t count how many times
A drink has spilled itself
Damn it! and landed
Purposely on my brand new shirt

I’m sure you thought
That I forgot about
A practice for misleading
All my thoughts and yours combined
To reach the itch
I cannot scratch behind

A feeling I can’t shrug
Post depression and sweet love

Every time
You weren’t invited to the show
You came and knew
You didn’t really want to go

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com