small secrets pour from your pores
a poor soul wrapped inside your flesh
feverent sweats
complacent attempts to envelope me in your sorrows
tomorrow the sun will set and by then I would hope to have forgotten your face
tomorrow I will pour myself another drink and think about poor you
tomorrow you will intoxicate my evanescent daydreams
I pray they don't take me far from the shore of reality
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
small secrets pour from your pores
a poor soul wrapped inside your flesh
feverent sweats
complacent attempts to envelope me in your sorrows
tomorrow the sun will set and by then I would hope to have forgotten your face
tomorrow I will pour myself another drink and think about poor you
tomorrow you will intoxicate my evanescent daydreams
I pray they don't take me far from the shore of reality
