i usually write the pain away
i drink and smoke through the day
since you've left my colors have been grey
my biggest fear must be loss
i cant leg go i wont even try
i will grip on to hope
even if my eyes never dry
i've only had empty pages since you've left
how can i call myself a poet
when i cant even put in words
how empty i feel
how hard its been
to sleep through
to not feel blue
people have been talking
doesnt mean its true
people have been asking
how do i stop falling back into
the night i lost you
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
i usually write the pain away
i drink and smoke through the day
since you've left my colors have been grey
my biggest fear must be loss
i cant leg go i wont even try
i will grip on to hope
even if my eyes never dry
i've only had empty pages since you've left
how can i call myself a poet
when i cant even put in words
how empty i feel
how hard its been
to sleep through
to not feel blue
people have been talking
doesnt mean its true
people have been asking
how do i stop falling back into
the night i lost you
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