Poetry ~ Broken Rusted
A relationship broken crusted. Winter/Fall Spring is rusted. Gone, we trusted. These gears weren’t busted. How did we become so crusted? Broken rotten corpse, of things before… Tears dried the gears. Re-broken heart is rusted. Fall/Winter From where did I spring? Trusted, crusted, forever busted. So pure. So rusted. Tried to mend, machine fucking wrecked. […]