it’ll be cold later, you say;
dark clouds serve as premonition for the February I deserve,
summer in the first quarter
sometimes I want to drink so much
i forget my own name
or forget yours;
instead
i laid flat on the pavement tonight,
letting the stones sink into the flat of my skull
wishing the sting of them
could make me forget
all
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
it’ll be cold later, you say;
dark clouds serve as premonition for the February I deserve,
summer in the first quarter
sometimes I want to drink so much
i forget my own name
or forget yours;
instead
i laid flat on the pavement tonight,
letting the stones sink into the flat of my skull
wishing the sting of them
could make me forget
all