Old lady, get out of my head
But I've been thinking of you since I got out of bed
How inconsiderate, I gain nothing from your thought
Trying to silence my brain but silent it's not
It's been eight years so why today?
Why are the same memories on replay?
Subconscious self sabotage on your quicksand I tread
Old lady, get out of my head get out of my head!
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
