Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
What I wish I could tell you
What I wish I could tell myself

I'm stuck in my ways
I use music as a sedative for the pain
but the sedative doesn't quite do the job

You look for more, you've searched and searched

How much longer 'till the candle burns out
It will burn until nothing but old age remains
useless wax melted over my ambitions to be forever lost
Written by
HooCares  19/M/Illinois
(19/M/Illinois)   
  188
     Astral, Sylph, Lost Girl and SPT
Please log in to view and add comments on poems