Nothing Good Here
I was spitting up idioms
Explain how lonely I've been feeling
Everyone breaks promises
I'd rather die than give up on her
So can you tell me what heaven is
I don't believe in it anymore
If I put a bag around my head will you tired off?
I know this is the opposite of being attractive
Because it's self-pity suffocation
So can I burn all the evidence that let us
Counting sheep in haunted fields
To cling the something abusive
Tell yourself you deserve it
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Sat 14th Mar 2020 16:33
Counting sheep in haunted fields... great line. Powerful, raw, real words that resonate with me in this piece. The residue of lost love is the painfully, beautiful poetry it leaves behind. Write on! ❤