The bottles I've popped lately only spill emotions.
No celebration this time,
just questions...and untrusting notions.
Why though, have I summoned these inquisitive demons?
I've given no indication, no causes, no reason.
The accompanying pain fills me up slow.
But I empty quickly at my all time low.
I failed somehow, somewhere I went wrong.
So here's my rough draft to my lonely love song.
To be continued...
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Shatterproof
PoetryA small compilation of deep poetry and witty words of wisdom. This mix is understandable and relatable to an array of life scenarios.
