To Be Ridden
It is difficult
to believe that
this words can stick
like honey to your heart;
are they cobwebs
in forgotten corners
and empty spaces,
waiting to be brushed away
when you remember to
rid yourself of me?
It is difficult
to believe that
this words can stick
like honey to your heart;
are they cobwebs
in forgotten corners
and empty spaces,
waiting to be brushed away
when you remember to
rid yourself of me?