butterflies pass my sight everytime i take a drag
following their movement with my sore eyes
haven't slept in so long, my mind is tricky
not sure what is real, my mind is fuzzy
the things i see aren't crystal clear
'cause they don't appear clean
the world is confusing, all of it is dirty
they say love is on every street
if i had to meet somebody new
it wouldn't be by playing goody-two-shoe
society put a price on relationships
now we're all looking for new money
the life we plan and the life we see
both so different yet the choice is still
parallel universes sound like a dream
everything's better than this
YOU ARE READING
my livid body. poetry
Poetryan escape from the world seems like a dream i am leaving it with self-esteem _ it's mine, except if written that it's not.
