Nov 14, 2004 13:27
my tea is cold
my fucking heads a mess
over the threshold
my feelings undress
the days are just blurs
lights in hard rain
my words are now slurs
i speak through champagne
i wait for permission
with this cigarette butt
i fend off submission
and find a shortcut
my thoughts now at ease
i took my fighting chance
walking through back alleys
i found my acceptance
im sick. i love everyone. be good.
::heart:: Ry