I can't think to seem to want to do anything
But dive into my whiskey an keep up the drinking
Still my head hurts from being blown away
Keep bending my strings, they now need to be replaced
It's got me going too now stay
Sorry but brain farts got in the way
So much for the plans that were made
Everything is there that I need
Sorry for the hypocritical greed
That is life and I need now a whole new set of strings
Yet I'm done even trying to please
Love I just might hang myself with these
Everything is here that I need
Still moving back to Hinton one of these days
Only to restart my brain
Very hard thinking about what can be one about the last
Every bit of my Heart that left me
Reminiscing of a nothing to be
And I'm taking it out on the rest of me
Never to stop at anything
Don't know about it but wait there's
I got nothing
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.
