2,995 posts
And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
2,995 posts
And one pickled liver later
It’s a good job
That I didn’t stop
Or I’d never have put pen to paper
Drinking
I fear
I’ve had
one too
many
tonight
Perhaps
now isn’t
the time
my story
to write
(Originally Posted 18.10.2019)
I walked past your house
Every day
But never knocked the door
—–
I watched as you passed
Every day
And always hoped for more
Fuck you death
She said
You really don’t scare me
That’s what you all say
He said
But through your lies I see
When
change
is
thrust
upon you
It
really
makes
you
wonder
Can I
make
it to
pastures
new
Or
will I
just fail
and go
under?
On the
day I
summon
the courage
to callI know
you’ll be
there to
break
my fall
One step at a time…