Taste the ground,
It tastes like the time we kissed it,
On the ground we had our precious memories,
But I don't wanna talk about those,
Since I'm like a crisp wine,
Getting finer with age,
I don't wanna be like anything bad,
I may be good,
I may be bad,
I try to keep everything sane,
You know that about me,
I just wanna be me,
The venomous poet,
The free writer,
Not the heartbreaker,
Not the alcoholic,
Do you get me,
Or don't you
Answer this simple question for me,
Or if not I will not forget you,
But no thanks for the change,
This is my life and punishment,
Is a lot different than you think,
So I wish you the best,
While I burn in hell.
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Book / Non-Fiction
Short Story / Non-Fiction
Short Story / True Confessions
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