Sad Is

Ive been set up

By the turning of sad days

Wheels like clockworks

Hours into the mouths of love

Into the lips of women

Only to be returned back

To the red sugary earth

For another chance at memorizing

Another Family Album.

 

Relationships churned through;

Love spurned and ignored

No those were the puberty days

Of love and melancholy

Now its all the same

A different cover to another set

Of faces and events

 

Both happy and sad

Reflections of truth

In white lie mirrors that

Fog so easily in this atmosphere

Of lullabies and I love you toos

 

Brett Simpson - 1996


California Writings

Copyright © 1996 by Brett A. Simpson, All Rights Reserved, World Rights Reserved