This must be some disease
to be someplace
to not feel anymore at home
to be perfectly content
and want to be elsewhere
that commonality
that fear of failure
thus lack of attempt
such a pretty night as this
and I am pensive
I am lost in self contempt
the girls here are all legs
and little else
I can't say that I mind
unless I'm wont for conversation
and when all you need
is a self-confidence boost
it's poor a thought to force one to listen
and pay one to respond
to write down the words
you wish to hear
and coach them on inflection
to not be able ever to love again
and then fall in love far too easily
to be fragile as glass
yet crumble like concrete
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