How ironic it is that even words have expiry dates on them.
Like every thing is sweet and beautiful for awhile
but then eventually it gets old
and becomes nothing
but a bag of salty lies.
YOU ARE READING
Poems By A Nymph Drunk On Words
PoesieWords, They have changed me They have captured my soul and owned it But don't be scared my dear For Oh you have no clue How much I'm in love to be drunk on words.
Salty lies
How ironic it is that even words have expiry dates on them.
Like every thing is sweet and beautiful for awhile
but then eventually it gets old
and becomes nothing
but a bag of salty lies.
