Tired today
Nothing to say...
Grab my boots, and head on my way.
Another day, another day,
when will the nightmares go away?
Grab my boots, and lace them up tight.
This isn't how I wanted
my Saturday night
Grab my boots, and lace them up slowly
This isn't how I wanted
My Saturday morning.
Another week, building grey roots
Open the door and I spot them
Now I've forgotten
about my old boots.
YOU ARE READING
Are These Ashes or Snowflakes?
PoesíaA book of poetry to quench your thirst for depression. Yeah. Okay.
