complemetary
back to breaking the bank
breaking my lungs
breaking my long sleeps into halves
breaking promises
breaking my own heart.
--------
[wasted] poets... out there.
is your drunk poetry better than the rest?
(this was not a drunk poem)
breaking my lungs
breaking my long sleeps into halves
breaking promises
breaking my own heart.
--------
[wasted] poets... out there.
is your drunk poetry better than the rest?
(this was not a drunk poem)
1 Comments:
sometimes the drink
drinks me.
and i find words
easily.
but sometimes..
thoughts boggle
and the mudd of the toxins
makes me incomprehensible.
Post a Comment
<< Home