Last nail
Last time to see where he hails from
To go where he came from
“That’s the trail”
They say
Widow on window
She
lost her husband
She lost her other hand
Nothing but willow
She sits on the seats he bought her
Reminiscing starts
Cuddle cravings creep in
Lips starts to wither
Hopeful for a midnight kiss
She scolds her mind
She is alone now
Too bad
He would never see him
At my usual joint
The one which serves monkey shoulder
She shows up
Swollen eyelids
A week long sobbing
I guess she never wanted to be sober
Sits next to me
“ let the dead bury the dead”
I gulp my last mouthful of cognac and leave
I already knew where it would lead at🥹🥹🥲
She staggers home
Nothing really seemed on her side
Only her legs
Which seemed to know home
She never minded to turn on the lights
She had to get used to be friends with darkness
Henceforth she never wanted to dream
Maybe she will have no dreams anymore
She killed her heart for eternity 🥹🥹
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 2:37 PM UTC
Last nail
Last time to see where he hails from
To go where he came from
“That’s the trail”
They say
Widow on window
She
lost her husband
She lost her other hand
Nothing but willow
She sits on the seats he bought her
Reminiscing starts
Cuddle cravings creep in
Lips starts to wither
Hopeful for a midnight kiss
She scolds her mind
She is alone now
Too bad
He would never see him
At my usual joint
The one which serves monkey shoulder
She shows up
Swollen eyelids
A week long sobbing
I guess she never wanted to be sober
Sits next to me
“ let the dead bury the dead”
I gulp my last mouthful of cognac and leave
I already knew where it would lead at🥹🥹🥲
She staggers home
Nothing really seemed on her side
Only her legs
Which seemed to know home
She never minded to turn on the lights
She had to get used to be friends with darkness
Henceforth she never wanted to dream
Maybe she will have no dreams anymore
She killed her heart for eternity 🥹🥹
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