It's Fall,
cold enough for sweaters,
And warm enough for tee shirts,
But you see the truth hurts,
The scars on my arms,
Keep telling me this winters gonna be hard,
You see the cold is coming,
The Hudson's freezing over,
The world's going blank,
Which makes me sober,
I can't stand being sober,
Yet all the booze in the world,
Couldn't give me the high I need,
I want to get drunk off Life,
Off love,
Off adventure,
Off of his smile,
Off the sunshine streaming through his hair,
Off the nervous laughs,
And the long hugs,
Not be victim to the blank canvas in front of me,
Devoid of color,
Devoid of life,
Devoid of me,
YOU ARE READING
Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
