im forced to deal with what is real
the silence you give me has no appeal
there is no distraction make me feel
and i ask myself what is real
cuz love is my achilles heel
i will confront my fears
they'll go up with the bottle and go down with the beer
and once this becomes all clear.
i will feel a car crashing or will it be my passion snapping
and then my sanity will come back clapping
and then and then the doctors will be stitching up our seems on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
and i think you got to stay away from here
there are thoughts in here
please listen my deer they crawl in my head through my ears
they say silly things about you like you care even though you disappeared
cuz to you love is as easy to get from an auctioneer
but you just got mine with your sneers
YOU ARE READING
my butterfly
Poesíapoems 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
