She was like a bad poem

watering the plants
on the highway
of my soul
in these lonely times
and not that many rhymes
she was like a bad poem
she was like a bad poem
she was like a bad poem
my heart skipping
and my mind skipping
and using identical words
as rhyming words
sunshine was my life
but she was a star
i miss her now
thinking about you
which makes it three people in this poem, technically
feeling the pain
my mind is numbing
am falling about you
there is nobody to pick
the pieces of me
loving this naked sun
and the crumbling earth
and the mooney moon
mooney mooney moon moon moon
lying in this bed
i think of you again
thinking thinking blogging
lonely woods beckon
the treasure at the end
could be you
but i wish you weren't
in a box
come back to me
i'm dying bit by bit
am chained to my fate
birds fly in the forest
of my fate
somebody save me
take me away
the least you could do
is take my net access away