I'm imagining
the pavement blurring beneath
your brick heavy eyelids,
middle of the road
becoming more of a guess
than a goal,
grasping at thoughts
to keep the monotony from
monopolizing what memory
you have left.
That sound, that awful sound
that sometimes picks up
the second you've silenced it
in your mind,
is back again and driving
you insane,
the bane of the trip
on which you've been
for far too long
already.
So let me tell you how to quell
the endless feelings
you can't escape
before they suffocate
the essence of
your heart -
I have auburn hair
that glistens in the sunlight
and hazel eyes
you won't be able
to fight once you're
a few too many
drinks in
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
I'm imagining
the pavement blurring beneath
your brick heavy eyelids,
middle of the road
becoming more of a guess
than a goal,
grasping at thoughts
to keep the monotony from
monopolizing what memory
you have left.
That sound, that awful sound
that sometimes picks up
the second you've silenced it
in your mind,
is back again and driving
you insane,
the bane of the trip
on which you've been
for far too long
already.
So let me tell you how to quell
the endless feelings
you can't escape
before they suffocate
the essence of
your heart -
I have auburn hair
that glistens in the sunlight
and hazel eyes
you won't be able
to fight once you're
a few too many
drinks in
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