Life has killed
the dream
I kept
in my icebox
and I was saving
for after the tigers come:
probably at night
Now life says, “forgive me,
but your tears are delicious:
so sweet
and so cold.”
Life has killed
the dream
I kept
in my icebox
and I was saving
for after the tigers come:
probably at night
Now life says, “forgive me,
but your tears are delicious:
so sweet
and so cold.”