It was then I painted a portrait of myself
a vision of what I must be
curled up, alone, low light
just a perfectly pitiable sight to see.
Damp and tired, naked and cold
I think a lunatic I must be.
"And stupid too, cant forget," I suddenly curse aloud.
That primarily, foremost of all
I berate myself for being.
All my pride goeth into this fall.
If I had just gave a thought,
I never would have told you the truth, Id have lied about it all.
I promised you no regrets
but without you by my side or in my ear
how can I do anything but
give in to all my fears?
At the end of it all what matters is
Im alone and youre not here.
Untitled 3.1.12 by Dakota Farley
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