Postmistress
Crash
on the steps down;
thought to use them - calm - but
it would have gone
too slow anyway.
Shut
Shut this heart,
bigger than the space reserved.
Thought to use it even more
but it would have been
too weak anyway.
Brains dithering shocking
as a oh so weak
substance
We really feel nothing
Tonight
Hearts greedily longing
From a sheer funny distance
For raw feelings of something
Tonight
Crash
on the steps down;
thought to use them - calm - but
it would have gone
too slow anyway.
Shut
Shut this heart,
bigger than the space reserved.
Don’t abuse it even more
well it would have been
too weak anyway.