Sometimes when I rarely sleep,
I see back to distant memories
to times where I would never weep
such hazy dreams I'd die to keep
When he holds me I'm never lonely
but my many holes I own solely
Sometimes when we rarely drink,
I can feel our deep link
how we try hard not to think
about how I'm bound to sink
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Sometimes when I rarely sleep,
I see back to distant memories
to times where I would never weep
such hazy dreams I'd die to keep
When he holds me I'm never lonely
but my many holes I own solely
Sometimes when we rarely drink,
I can feel our deep link
how we try hard not to think
about how I'm bound to sink
smoked my last cigarette and wrote a poem... todays got me thinking
