Poem: " Grunge "

Grunge..

by David Alexander Jacob on Monday, 27 August 2012 at 01:33 ·

Take a sip on the mug
Made me see the story behind the hug..
The peacefull cry, then arrogantly disapear..
Why we carry? such a mellow hear?

The creatures flops out the box..
Scratch..
and snoring..

Might be so rush..
But the women too sloopy to carry the mood..
The scars in the heart comes up without a touch..
Deeply sad but don't be mad..

She's said the scars are pretty great..
Leaves the hole bottomless..
And it feels so good..

The scent.. to touch..

So empty.. and grunge..