Sleep Deprived Thinking
Losing myself to feel free,
Intoxication is where I flee.
Rather it's substance or deep thoughts,
The time I was without you I could feel my soul rot.
You're my home; my rock,
You hold the key to my hearts lock.
I don't know if you're here to stay,
If this is one of your games I don't want to play.
You abused my kindness,
Your wicked ways causing me blindness.
I want to believe you truly care,
But in the times I needed you most you weren't there.
9-4-17 Drunken thoughts
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Hurting Girl
PoetrySome lil poems or rants I wrote to about love/heartbreak or just random creativity flow.
