it was legendary
it was momentary
it was unnecessary
should i let it stay buried?
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
i'm one of the tortured poets
it was legendary
it was momentary
it was unnecessary
should i let it stay buried?
