There's love littered
On the dance floor tonight
The music booms
And for the first time
I feel safe in the caccoon
Of drugs and alcohol
And I'm not sure if
I was cut when
You took me roughly
To another room
But my blood is now
Infested with you
Every cell,fiber, and vein
Is now intoxicated
All thanks to you
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoetryJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
