picking up feelings like grapes on a vine,
emotionally breaking down,
bottling it up,
and keeping it like wine.
bottled up emotions turn sour,
the longer it is kept,
the more acidic it gets,
perfect for drinking it at golden hour.
laying on the bed,
staring at the ceiling,
drunk on this feeling,
thinking when will this end.
waking up feeling worst than ever,
picking myself up,
looking at the mirror,
saying everything is fine to feel sober.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
picking up feelings like grapes on a vine,
emotionally breaking down,
bottling it up,
and keeping it like wine.
bottled up emotions turn sour,
the longer it is kept,
the more acidic it gets,
perfect for drinking it at golden hour.
laying on the bed,
staring at the ceiling,
drunk on this feeling,
thinking when will this end.
waking up feeling worst than ever,
picking myself up,
looking at the mirror,
saying everything is fine to feel sober.
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