POEM: Drifting and hollow and I’m not even sad
Drifting and hollow and I’m not even sad Clutching my pillow when it‘s not even bad Don’t have the will though to address all the
Drifting and hollow and I’m not even sad Clutching my pillow when it‘s not even bad Don’t have the will though to address all the
Your ass looks like a Barbie doll’s I’m staring quite obsessively To squeeze a human in those pants It truly is impressing me I’d love
Was ich glaubte zu wissen Vom Himmel Verrinnt All mein Sehnen Vernebelt mein Denken Bis der Stoff meines Kissens Zu schimmeln Beginnt Von den Tränen
Another thing ends, but I remain Not quite enough chest for all this pain Not quite enough pain for quitting yet So far from where
You wouldn’t understand Why I’m keeping these old photographs Of you holding my hand When we both now walk on different paths You like your
More than enough time, way too little energy I haven’t posted an update on my book (or any creative project for that matter) in quite
Living What’s that like? And have I ever done it right? If I was dead and cold tonight Who would mind? Waiting All my life
You’re not much younger than my mumAnd every man, you claim, will comeWhen you perform on top of himAll windows closed and lights all dimYou’re
I’m rather smart I wish I wasn’t It plays a part In how I feel And how I deal With this dark heart And all
Live on, pretend we never met I should be easy to forget You’re not the first to shun my love I understand I’m not enough