Naive
- My dead misery pours out,
- these eyes, bloodshot, my lips pout
- Empty of love, feeling and meaning
- What is a life to live like this?
- Captivated, the twirl of your wine
- The picture she took of you it stings
- But why? The smug look on your face?
- How and why does it trigger me?
- And in the end its all comedic
- A quick laugh and you won't feel it
- You wonder how in life this happens
- Maybe I am too naive
- The experience on the other side, too strange it seems
- It's not enough for you to kiss me in the morning
- Because its bereft of any substance
- my pondering room I escape
- to friends, interactions that help me forget
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