necessary

she spends her nights
walking loaded

those kinda sad eyes
          you can not hide

she is as lovely
 as the ghost
 that haunt these boulevards

and she spends her days
forgetting me

those kinda nightmares
          follow close behind

yeah i left her hard
she made it art
just rolls around like the living dead

and i cant stop drinking
cause i know your thinking
 the same thing
    
that
this
love
was poison

but necessary

 

Reviews

[demureminds]

Admirable story and very well written. Great job working towards the ending. Lovely poem overall!

Amazingly told...
Wow, such a
sweet and tender hooligan
reborn into a lovely soul
Who feels....

E.L.

[Celestial Witch Child]

Another wonderful poem that leaves me wishing you had more writing posted. (: