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too @ late
Somehow, When I watched the letters leave my mouth, they tasted old. There’s a freckle about the way you where your confidence, So calculated yet careless. Really, That’s the point: -You don’t care- Possibility is eternal, Endless It’s seen in every set of eyes Which is proof enough for me to realize To believe I am better than waiting this way: [Watching the sun set on everything I could’ve done Probably should’ve done Admiring the darkness deepening While this withstanding solitude Seeps in] There’s no air left for me to breathe Only cigarettes that desperately need smoking Inhaling my smothered apology-choking Despite knowing I shouldn’t be Older Entries |
