One Fifty One
In purple sheets and thoughts afray
I cant find much to say today
Lead heart rum pums, as lead hearts may
And FUCK I feel like screaming
The hazy mind is so unkind
To the man behind the matter and
the liquids seep and spoil and roil
In the games of the mad hatter. So
No control as the round bell tolls
One hundred and fifty one tickies to
Be SANE, to obstain from the pain and the blame
That will come with the tipping of mickies
Wrinkled and grey in the cradled bone cave
My brain how it fucks with my ticker
And this heart, this lead heart how is longs to be brave
While the wrinkles, they drown me, how so fucking grave
And I want to be good and I want to behave
I'm a damned decent girl- theres the kicker
Because yo quero uno, no yo quero dose
Until uno goes in and the toxins emboss
Me with grins and such wit and a love-driven TOAST
To lies, and to wishes, to dreamers
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry - the drink took my hand
And I don't expect anything; will not pretend
It was normal, it wasn't; wont happen again
I was crazy, tres loco, and I'm desperate to mend
Because I really fucked up. And I love you, my friend.
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Poem / Romance
Poem / True Confessions
Poem / Young Adult
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