singular

singular

A Poem by Ashley H

i would rather be drunk and
bitter
and touching girls that havent heard of how i got my middle
name till i fall
asleep and sleep
till i expire in the middle of you
than spill cups half empty of yellow
teeth and sweet 
sugary stock beneath my laced up stems
cause we all know
that aint no way to grow.

© 2011 Ashley H


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Added on January 18, 2011
Last Updated on January 25, 2011