Medicine Monday x Poetry
Exploding patterns
Picked up a bad habit
A habit, I cannot break
An addiction I cannot shake
I dream of you as i lay alone
I dream of us as we lay together
We compliment each other You make me better
In wetter conditions With my permission
You explode
Thinking of you in terms of growing old
Exploding patterns
Fighting
Words rest in a casket
Yet they live in my brain
Can you stand the rain?
Heartbreak hotel?
Wishing well
Down here in hell with you?
Now I know what