drunk words are sober thoughts
hidden behind pine and tar
and although you swear to never speak them
you never make it quite that far
drunk words are sober thoughts
that burn as they roll off your tounge
and the second they crawl under my skin
there's no more damage to be done
drunk words are sober thoughts
that ricochete off the wall
they cut me open like scissors
as my blood seeps into the halls
drunk words are sober thoughts
that stain your face a yellow hue
they'll take all your memories
of the things we used to do
drunk words are sober thoughts
that will take your final breath
the breath that reeks of booze
and the family you've just left
drunk words are sober thoughts
that leave you close to death
and you'll look to the dark sky and see
that there are no stars left
YOU ARE READING
midday melancholia
Poetry- and i know all too well the pain of losing someone still breathing, but you can't find your way out of hell if you keep the fire from seething - a collection of my poems.
