...This love
wasted
a drifting litter on the curb
Trying to remind the self to
forget the feeling
Repressed depression
it's a time bomb waiting for
the ticking to end
Trapped soul in a bottle
and the heart bled like a
high school drama under the spotlight
A cigarette burns to drink the
last drop of yesterday's memory
hoping to be complete but
like whiskey, prayers go
unheard and dissipate into
dreamless clouds before the rain
And so the longing turns
into something
found at the edge of sadness
Despair, it seems
knows how to fall in love with
Irony...