Musings

August 6, 2015

I’m falling to pieces

From these full-moon musings

I kept a journal

Stayed up all night

You promised one day

But I wanted forever

Save your sorries

I don’t want to fight

I’m a scar away

From breaking even

Drown intentions

With the morning light

If I wake up

Please don’t call me baby

I’m good for one thing

Dead not alive

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