I want to bethink it,
the voice that calmed my nerves,
the hands that met my skin,
the stare that burned my soul.
The memories came back.
In drunkenness I find solace,
and the memories invite me in.
Like an endless loop,
a deep tide, a disturbed wave,
and an unending pulse
that finally lures me,
to sleep.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
I want to bethink it,
the voice that calmed my nerves,
the hands that met my skin,
the stare that burned my soul.
The memories came back.
In drunkenness I find solace,
and the memories invite me in.
Like an endless loop,
a deep tide, a disturbed wave,
and an unending pulse
that finally lures me,
to sleep.
