turn to the bottle
that's the only love i know
the heat of the sun
makes me cry in the afterglow
a pass of the gas
moments passed till we do
a moment for our god
the drugs we have for you
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
marmalade
turn to the bottle
that's the only love i know
the heat of the sun
makes me cry in the afterglow
a pass of the gas
moments passed till we do
a moment for our god
the drugs we have for you
