should've waited but I had to call you,
please excuse my terrible etiquette.
purity's been tainted by what's untrue,
light a cigarette and try to forget
is being numb the only way to go?
laying asleep in a hospital bed,
when can I go home? I may never know,
but what's a home when you're lost in your head?
I called you thirteen minutes after three,
after midnight, and you didn't answer.
tired and worn out and no one can see,
me loving you spreads through me like cancer
I know that I cannot beg you to stay,
but I hope that we'll meet again someday
YOU ARE READING
The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
