So what will you do
Now that you built a tolerance
The pills won't keep you up
But your racing thoughts will
You picked me
In your ford truck
I was the queen of the highway
In your passenger seat
So abrupt
Slamming on the breaks
We pulled into the gas station
You said "Darling, I'll be right back."
Grabbed a Ziploc
And headed inside
I didn't wait too long for the cops
They found you too late
Eyes rolled to the sky
Nose running scarlet
You'll never grab another Darling
From the roadside
Again
BINABASA MO ANG
WAX & SATIN
Poetry-"The Southern Gospel of the Southern Gothic. It always turns out to be a small town where everyone knows your name. The depraved are washed in blood, pleasure is found in dark places. Thankfully, there's still church on Sunday morning." A.E.Edward'...
