As the sun sets
My rhymes return
Like stars to the moon
The street cars keep my tempo and street lamps play the strings
That constant humming is finally gaining on me
So as I sit an I write I fight the need to spite
Cause this is my only outlet
My depression is wearing me like an outfit
I'm drinking tryna drowned it
But now I'm sounding like a drunk son of a bitch
Who will never amount to shit
I guess I'm just sick of it
All this stupid
Stressful
Meaningless shit
I pray to get through it
So I'm living for the weekend
It's just her arms that I've been seeking
Selfish thorns ending days
That bleed me dry of sympathy
So fill me back up
Or we might need to back up
Cause you keep trying to square up
And I'm just trying to love you up
So why do we disconnect
Aren't we a team
Are we losing steam?
YOU ARE READING
Post-it Note Poetry
詩歌Someone once told not to write for others, but to write for the sake of feeling better, write for the sake of writing. Write till the words bleed off the page, deeper, and more alive then any lines off your body.
