"Go deep," she said.
Gliding her fingers across my hand.
Where do I start?
How do I begin?
Well I guess with any mistake, it began when I finished my gin.
I thought about heading to her place,
Even through the cold and rain.
But I hesitated when I pictured her face
Staring back at my intoxicated pain.
I would have heard it all before.
Her words of disgust and how I'll never change.
And then I'll plead and tell her I'll never be the same.
Then I thought what I'd go home to.
A room full of **** and empty tins of chew.
So I decided to say **** all this." And step back out into the rain,
And into the abyss.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
"Go deep," she said.
Gliding her fingers across my hand.
Where do I start?
How do I begin?
Well I guess with any mistake, it began when I finished my gin.
I thought about heading to her place,
Even through the cold and rain.
But I hesitated when I pictured her face
Staring back at my intoxicated pain.
I would have heard it all before.
Her words of disgust and how I'll never change.
And then I'll plead and tell her I'll never be the same.
Then I thought what I'd go home to.
A room full of **** and empty tins of chew.
So I decided to say **** all this." And step back out into the rain,
And into the abyss.
