Kept long after their expiration dates
They are left to sour and spoil our insides
Like month old milk the refrigerator hides
Three days ago seems like three seconds away
Always ready and willing to vainly replay
And in my mind, my thoughts scrutinize every frame
Tearing it apart until parts are parted and nothing seems the same
Blank paper clutters the carpeted floor around me
Everyone cannot see what I senselessly bleed
I could stare words unto lined paper, engraving emotions
Seering the woven grains with little poetic notions
So as I clear the insides of my gullable heart
I will throw everything, that to me, has come to be expired