Trance
I met you and I was rooted
In a trance that went on forever
Like a child who first held his toy
Like a bird who first flapped its wings.
Wish that trance never got a hold of me.
Now I'm stuck falling without wings
For all eternity.
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
