Where were you ?
The earth's on rotation and I'm waiting for you. [Wasted time]
Text talking into emptiness
Night walking with sleepless eyes.
You act like you own the court, lies and smiles, look at my face when you snap them cause we only have one conversation a week. [Wicked words]
Can I get one though at least ?
I'm falling to pieces. Thinking about you while all you do is make the Hennessy flows. [Toxic circle]
Woke up from that fantasy
The wonderland where everything you said was served from dusk till dawn.
Guess now I'll be
Loving myself, losing you.
YOU ARE READING
voltairement
PoesíaGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
