Just a drink
Just a sip
It will only hurt a bit
It's a rocky glass
Two fingers full of sin
Since much happiness through my system
Taste of Heaven
Only alluding feelings that come and go
Its control has taken its toll.
It's hard to put down the glass
As many times as it shatters
I never pick up a new glass I just refill the same glass
It taste different in this one glass
The shards cut each time
Each scar as a reminder of each repeating cycle of rebuilding
The liquid burns rendering me speechless
Yet the silence only makes the feeling bitter sweet
The taste is never the same, but is nevertheless sweeter
This isn't about a drink....
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Unveild Human Civilization
PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
