Waves of desolation,
foamy and clear
Burying the good tides
of a yesterday, once held dear.
They drift in, like a sweet smell
Gentle intoxicating licks of a tongue insincere
In a drunken stupor,
he succumbs to loneliness
A powerful poison,
A sweet escape.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
Waves of desolation,
foamy and clear
Burying the good tides
of a yesterday, once held dear.
They drift in, like a sweet smell
Gentle intoxicating licks of a tongue insincere
In a drunken stupor,
he succumbs to loneliness
A powerful poison,
A sweet escape.
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