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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