Voice the sound of a whisper
Words creeping down the gutter
Eyes the colour of murky water
Tears camouflaged by sunglasses
Drunk on the time that passed
And I am hungover before I can feel anything good
Its lasts a while
I wish you could stay a long time
Cos I'd miss you
If you were gone
YOU ARE READING
Notes by Nailinthewall
PoetryIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
