The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
Saturday, 2 November 2019
one just for 2019
Word is you have broken free and i am glad for you.
So forget these truths for they are no use!!
Forget the way i used to touch you.
It was little more then an April fools.
And my words have grown cold while i waited for you!
So I seen there my of been more then just you to ?!
I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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