Splat
I was falling too hard
After flying so high on a sunny day.
And when I was inches from the ground
With no one there to catch me,
I broke into a massive splat
And failed to fix myself.
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Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
