_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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Threw a smile on today
But something isn't right here A broken set of wings lay in bed So I cannot fly without a fall Those words of comfort are like That empty bottle of booze That seemed so full of sedation & betterment & helped me escape from madness But then I wake up Sunday morning & curse the light as I pull the covers over my head I woke up with nausea & a headache Those words sometimes get me drunk & hung over also So press yourself against me I want to feel you next to me Dying, just to know what it tastes like to hold someone so close that it is one I want a fulfilling promise to break my fall Promise someone will stop me if I ever jump off the roof with broken wings [& broken spirits] While drunk on empty comfort Endless thoughts of you sober me up
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