03-09-2017, 09:39 AM
I found The Smiths too late to make a difference,
and too early to make an exit. The sky stayed blue,
and black, and sat in judgment
on my sobriety. I walk past cemeteries,
write bloody awful poetry, and wish
for a new box.
and too early to make an exit. The sky stayed blue,
and black, and sat in judgment
on my sobriety. I walk past cemeteries,
write bloody awful poetry, and wish
for a new box.
It could be worse