Ten months wasted drowning in rum
Blowing money I barely had
Smoking until sunrise
And sobbing on the bathroom floor
All to fade on a summer evening
Surrounded by strangers and unfamiliar sights
Where my eyes were drawn to a beautiful soul
Who laughed at my jokes and cared when I spoke
And in that time spent beside her
The pain of the past ceased to exist
But as my feet hit the welcome mat back at home
The familiar feeling crept into my chest
And it clawed at my heart until I let it take over
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Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories
RandomThese are my thoughts put into writing; usually short stories, poems, or a jumble of words from my brain.
