Gibberish // personal poetry

I have crazy dreams at night.

In the day time I make no sense,

talking nonsense all the time

about wasted hope and

her drunken man called love.

In the light I stumble.

Cupid sprinkles

sunlight speaking poetry

from above, I believe

the truth can save me.

Different loves affect you

in different ways. We dropped

like we were missing our knees

and with still all the business

to keep us busy we were asleep,

as if the outside world couldn’t

touch us, as if

his only care was me.

We’re addicted to each other

passed out under the sheets,

in the day time I make no sense,

talking nonsense all the time,

thinking i’m going to step under the sun

and leave.



 

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