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i wanted to write a poem
but i fell out of love
now all i can write
is lamenty bullshit
of dreams i thought i'd live
with a love i thought was eternal
and true
i've been a liar
to myself and others
but i thought this was
the lie
i thought i'd never
need to lie again
but i lied to myself
i pulled the wool
over my own eyes
that wool
so warm and thick
protecting me from invaders
that was the very wool
blinding me to life
to truth
i wish that blanket
still wrapped around my head
around my whole body
like it used to
i wish that wool
wasn't wet
or smelled of livestock
- Title: she was woolen
- Artist: vardofive
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Description:
i wrote some more s**t while in the throes of dispassion and alcoholism.
Booze is a poor coping tool however certain things float certain boats and mine sails mostly on that nectar so dig it. - Date: 12/18/2010
- Tags: woolen
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