Ribcage empty
Must have escaped
Damn it
It was here a minute ago
I swear it was
I saw it only yesterday
Hell it might have been last week
Time's been moving fast lately
What's it look like
Can you remember
It was red
Or was it blue
Depending on the lighting I think
But it definitely looked together
Should we tell the others
Or do this ourselves
They might laugh
If they learn we lost it
And I hate it when they laugh
It wasn't dropped by accident
Was it
It looked okay
Last I remember
Little scratches and bruises
But it was like that before
Oh
We'll never find it at this rate
We need to replace it
Because what other option is there
We need to think of something
I got it
Grab some construction paper
And icing sugar
And those crinkle cut scissors
We can do something with that
Can't we
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
