my friends tried, but i wouldn't heart it.
watch me daily disappearing,
for just one glimpse of his smile.
all those nights, he kept me going,
swirled you into all of my poems.
now we're at the starting line, i did my time.
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.
