Less is More

Less is definitely more in some cases. So do you blink? or do you let the piano come crashing down?

All that you take for granted

I dig shallow graves out of sea shells,
That she sells by the sea, sure of herself,
Watching the waves, and their hands,
Falling away into autumn leaves, me empty,

Breaking hearts, with recklessly abandoned children,
Staring into my own reflection, body bags under my eyes,
I crash cars so people will stare over my shoulder,
Breaking habits and bones,
But sticks and stones will always kill me,

I try to swallow my pride,
But I eat myself alive,
And an eye for an eye,
Gives three blind misers

Because I’d rather thread the needle,
Than tie the knot,
I stand on pins and needless regrets.