You wake up and pretend that you have your whole life to live
You think you arent dying a little every day, but you are
Yet you screw it up for EVERYONE else
You burn them up
With Cigars, and More matches than a tree limb could produce
You watch them burn
Then you say "How are you?"
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
