Words are just a representation of every day experiences and I hope to share a few of mine with you.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

nostalgia


sleep sweet
sweat steep
wake cry
repeat

sleep street
run eat
clean freak
future bleak

we're too old
we're not old at all

learn drinks cash
friends hide plight
crash hard bloody
hospital takes sight

words crumple still
heat beat slows
forks pierce skin
needles hug toes

we're too old

we're not old at all



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Write about me and I will write about you

For old times sake

And for nostalgia


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