Taste the alcohol on my lips
smell the breath of my last cigarette
feel the pain in my heart
listening to my own thoughts
all I see is blurry blurry blurry
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I dreamt about you last night and that was a roller coaster.
at the end of the dream when the bus stopped and you were about to walk away I kissed you and after that I woke up and I layed in bed trying to fall back asleep because I miss my dream that was a good dream every dream with you in it is good. I want to go back to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
