before, i was a saint
never had drunk a drop
and never got anything below a b
always smiled
and never complained
you used to call me an angel
it made me blush
but now i wanna trow up
just remembering your face
and it doesn't help
that i drank too many bottles to count
smoked more than
ten cigarettes before sunrise
and i haven't been home for a while
and now you say I'm evil
behind my back
but I'm still an angel
i just don't like you anymore
YOU ARE READING
encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
