My hearts beating slow,
As the rain falls around me,
Pulling every thought I've ever had,
Even if I was lying.
My lungs are full of never ending air,
As I breathe in what's trying to come out,
Everything bubbles up slowly inside,
And now all I can do is pout.
Playing a game of falling apart,
While sewing yourself back together,
Letting most of your heart depart,
Leaving you like an unopened letter.
It's December and the snow falls slowly,
Without it I'd be lost, lonely.
Everything is fine, it's alright.
The world is at peace,
Everything is just so wonderful.
So, so wonderful-
Alcohol comes from the pit of my stomach
And spews out like hot metallic waste
Isn't is fucked up
That I sorta enjoy the taste
I keep putting my life on the line.
I wish it was a metaphor this time.
Because now I have purpose,
And I don't want to die.
You haven't see the last of me.
Don't forget me please.
YOU ARE READING
..Sonnets for somebody..
PoetryNot actually sonnets, just free verse poetry. These poems are for the words I'm afraid to say to their faces. They're sonnets for somebody, I'll let you decide.
