i thought you had plans but i guess i expected more.
well, that was a disaster and i should've known better before it got worst but,
you're now all over me, flying around my mind and body like a smoke.
i fell and you ran, in hell and there's no sun.
and you're like a white line that making me hazy- to the point i'm wanting you more and more.
i even tell my walls about you but i guess i'll just leave them hanging and just let this half written story undone, like the way it was- as for a moment.
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.
