Last Time

 If it was last time that I ever had,

I would look back with a smile,

Tears streaming in my eyes,

Bottles filled with pity pies.

I would have made the most of it.

Don't regret the hug,

Holding up a broken mug,

Think I'm living the life,

When your trance is all it takes,

To remind my flaws and flies.

Drawing off with a pen,

Permitted to erase not?

Claim it's my doubt

Burning me in the hoax

Chewing off at the night

And pillaging again

Red that it turns

Seeping off into dirty vein

Pretend I don't care

Loathe myself as I do

Polly pocket got nothing better to do

Picking on her issues

Bullying till she mangles in knots, in twists,

This sand will never be a pearl,

A stringed instrument to be played with


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