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bottledownb Aug 2013
it creeps in slow.
the cloud that seeps
and steadily works
to steal the logic
from my words
and yet more honest
i become when no one
listens because i'm only
drunk.
bottledownb Jul 2013
you make the promises
and they're always to yourself
just one more day or maybe a night
if i can just make it through
things will be alright.
bottledownb Jul 2013
make her smile
make her laugh
when you text her in the bath
she's your friend
she's your light
got to try and make it right
so you promise a poem
so you promise an act
let's hope she reacts
bottledownb Jul 2013
just my hand, your shoulder
meticulous planning
to look like an accident.

but your hand, my waist
wishful thinking
were you planning too?

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