I smell baby powder
Here in my bed
Puts a cloud over
All the thoughts in my head
Most things I say
I regret having said
And all through the day
I prefer lying
Here
Just
Horizontally
Looking through my photo album of
Imaginary friends & make believe realities
Creating new ones
Over and over until
My current state
Disappears
Altogether.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
I smell baby powder
Here in my bed
Puts a cloud over
All the thoughts in my head
Most things I say
I regret having said
And all through the day
I prefer lying
Here
Just
Horizontally
Looking through my photo album of
Imaginary friends & make believe realities
Creating new ones
Over and over until
My current state
Disappears
Altogether.
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