#slurred
she liked to steal old matches
her soul drenched in Santal
thoughts deeper than the canyons,
slurred in her sozzled calls
with rose gold colored eyes,
she grabs your rusty match tin
but if you hand your heart to her
you won't see that again
she hides in her rose bathtub
silk bathrobe, as expected
builds castles made of bubbles
and hearts that she's neglected
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm with Jack and his brother Jim
We got together on a whim
I think I've spent to much time with them
My vision is getting blurred
I'm having problems being heard
My speech is slurred
They tasted so very good
I'd drink more of them if I could
But I don't think I should
Because walking has become a chore
The door I did expore
That's how I ended up on floor
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC