I like to tell people that I like to drink and I don't
have a problem, but that's because I do.
My problem is that I'm trying too hard to forget
about you.
You've stained my brain
You're in the halls of fame
Of my head
And your body stained my bed
Which is funny because you never even laid in it
It's a new one, ya see, the one we did share just
didn't seem fit.
It seemed more like a graveyard
Love should never have been that hard.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
