I discover I can no longer light my cigarette or
Hold your hand
By then…
I’d be content spending my entire life
In a bed with radiohead and you have to chew everything I have to eat
At lounge act
You’ll be reading the book for me and we will be in peace.
The Body I was once in
Will be yours forever.
(I only made you up inside my head, **** you Sylvia)
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
I discover I can no longer light my cigarette or
Hold your hand
By then…
I’d be content spending my entire life
In a bed with radiohead and you have to chew everything I have to eat
At lounge act
You’ll be reading the book for me and we will be in peace.
The Body I was once in
Will be yours forever.
(I only made you up inside my head, **** you Sylvia)
My special talent is to make bad poems.
