Bottle of whisky, feeling frisky it's kind of windy.
Her body was gone, her grasp was strong, hear her voice like a song.
At the sea, feeling free, heavy rock tied around my feet.
Ready to die, I say bye, look up at my star for her in the sky.
I second guess, I'm only second best, only have seconds less.
Guess this is it, I'm a piece of shit, body will sink like the titanic ship.
I walk up the boardwalk, unable to fully walk, feel something from the shadows begin to stalk,
I hurry, I go faster, my cries turn into a fit of laughter.
My mind is stirring, shocked by what happened after.
An angel held me from the edge and gave me peace in a peaceful pitter patter.
Then splash, my body hit the liquid ground,
I stared through the water to see the girl looking down.
My eyes opened widely, another dream of variety,
My mind seems to have lied to me, I wake back up to my reality and society.
You're my greatest dreams and my worst nightmare. I can't help it. Much love.
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
