This will be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you and i can't speak.
Its been three whole days without sleep. Because i sleep, of his lips or your cheek
And my hope is nothing but bleak
So let me go to sleep through this whole god damn week.
And now i just cry
because i miss the lips that made me fly
Oh my
And i wish that i was above this world
So then i could twirl
for you my pearl
But no unsteady I'll just curl into my head which is a wirl
And these words where never easier for me to say or you to second guess
But I'm doing my best
With life's test
and yes i am a mess
But you took the little think in my chest.
thus is a song fyi
YOU ARE READING
my butterfly
Poetrypoems I write poetry is like my only escape and way to deal with shit going around in my life. Much better than cutting in my opinion so yeah they may not be the best you have been warned
