she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight
if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun
even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight
if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun
even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars