I Think We All Knew. by Speaking Sorrow

Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member

Jul 2016

I suppose I always knew
This is what I’d become.
The ******* with the bottle
Is running out of words.

Soon there’ll be no reason
For me at all

Written by

Speaking Sorrow 23/North Carolina

(23/North Carolina)

Please log in to view and add comments on poems