Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
meet me on dim lit street curbs picking up the grief my stomach gave up filling an empty bottle with tears haven't felt the same, I haven't I fill the void and pick up the pieces plenty of time to think, jail's quiet enough detox knows the way, so tonight I'll pound another bottle, till life isn't lonely
0
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
Regretful Thinking
meet me on dim lit street curbs picking up the grief my stomach gave up filling an empty bottle with tears haven't felt the same, I haven't I fill the void and pick up the pieces plenty of time to think, jail's quiet enough detox knows the way, so tonight I'll pound another bottle, till life isn't lonely
© Dan Pramann. All Rights Reserved.
Written by
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem