I'm not as self but as something new.
Golfer man and she knew you
But I never knew that she was who
The one who invented the love of you
And now that aside here I am
Squish sardine pressed into a can
The man who wrote the man I knew
Well I gave him away in spite of food
And now the longing for the words I wish
The words that I so dearly Miss
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
I'm not as self but as something new.
Golfer man and she knew you
But I never knew that she was who
The one who invented the love of you
And now that aside here I am
Squish sardine pressed into a can
The man who wrote the man I knew
Well I gave him away in spite of food
And now the longing for the words I wish
The words that I so dearly Miss
Confessional poetry
