The soft green trees and grey sky,
Slightly brighten with my nicotine high,
I think that things are starting to make some sense,
Or perhaps I'm just afraid to die.
The pale peachy coloured pills I take twice a day,
Help keep my misplaced emotions at bay,
Now I don't feel as though I'm half asleep,
In the dawn, the dark and the day.
I think I lost a piece of who I once was,
Prescription pills and a restricted buzz,
For once pill popping was promoted,
I think my doctor RX'ed these just cause'.
I want to purely love someone,
Kiss their perfect skin with a gun,
But I'm an interesting type,
That nobody seems to want.
I'm accepted though I'm not,
My teeth are nice, but inside they rot,
I don't know why it matters now,
Or why I wish my friends forgot
YOU ARE READING
..Sonnets for somebody..
PoetryNot actually sonnets, just free verse poetry. These poems are for the words I'm afraid to say to their faces. They're sonnets for somebody, I'll let you decide.
