2am confessionsA Poem by Andre Peterson
Its crazy how we used to sit around without a drink in our hands. There's no good way to explain it. I'm a shadow of the former man.
And what was the words that my father used to say? Take your heart son, then give it away. You see I used to think that the world was a better place. That love grew just as fast as it did in my own space. I used to fear that I was lost and that no one would understand. And that was when I found that I'd start drinking again. I sat around and watched all my friends turn away. I never new at the time to say what I was trying to say. I was meaning to show them something new. But another bottle in my hand was something they've grow cold to. Would you believe I once tried to go away. Who could ever dream to face another lonely day. The drinking took time. I grew with it they say. I just wanted to feel like the same man I did before you went away. © 2019 Andre Peterson |
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