MUSING
Sitting here in the room that I call my study,
I'm somewhat deep in thought,
Been to a party at the place we once went,
I remember that night how we both enjoyed it,
you never left my side,
you were my protection.
I punched my way through glasses of somewhat poky punch,
and shots of Sambucca,
which were dutifully spilt,
all over my face rather than in my mouth,
in fact,
my face is so sticky,
I'm somewhat stuck.
I'm In a place where I don't need to be,
I want to walk away from you,
You're just a poison tipped dagger stuck in my side,
preventing motion.
You are a thorn in my eye that blinds me,
to others,
as,
still your magnetism attracts,
although,
I'm repulsed,
by your antics.
Meanwhile darling,
you killed my emotions.
(C) Livvi
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
MUSING
Sitting here in the room that I call my study,
I'm somewhat deep in thought,
Been to a party at the place we once went,
I remember that night how we both enjoyed it,
you never left my side,
you were my protection.
I punched my way through glasses of somewhat poky punch,
and shots of Sambucca,
which were dutifully spilt,
all over my face rather than in my mouth,
in fact,
my face is so sticky,
I'm somewhat stuck.
I'm In a place where I don't need to be,
I want to walk away from you,
You're just a poison tipped dagger stuck in my side,
preventing motion.
You are a thorn in my eye that blinds me,
to others,
as,
still your magnetism attracts,
although,
I'm repulsed,
by your antics.
Meanwhile darling,
you killed my emotions.
(C) Livvi
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