I’ve learned to lose
And by God I’ve been losing lately
The last drop of this bottle clings on
To the last bit of hope holding on
To my heart
I miss something
I yearn for anything
But I don’t know what
Tomorrow the sun will rise
I will wake hungover
Lying on the carpet
Still wearing today’s work clothes
This isn’t a love poem
This is solitude
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 12:27 AM UTC
I’ve learned to lose
And by God I’ve been losing lately
The last drop of this bottle clings on
To the last bit of hope holding on
To my heart
I miss something
I yearn for anything
But I don’t know what
Tomorrow the sun will rise
I will wake hungover
Lying on the carpet
Still wearing today’s work clothes
This isn’t a love poem
This is solitude
