Blistered Bruise and Bad Blues

I smoke to feel dead inside,
Closest to home and feeling alive
Always your second best

This cavalcade of warmth
Sliced with those words
You see me as nothing more

Such trepidation displayed in vocals
Your hold not as claustraphobic as you think
Done this to yourself you did
You put me in the friendzone

I smoke to feel dead inside,
Closest to home and feeling alive
Always your second best

Won't ever know this feeling held
Just give it time
It might melt.This coagulation tells...not likely...
Those eyes...those eyes...

To love is to live
To live is to lie
To lie is to give
To give is to die

Reviews

[Justin]

You are officially my favorite poet on this site. Just wow is all I can say. I am jealous!

[L4rn13]

Thank you for your kind review.

[Simon Welsh]

Dark as the night. Wonderfully written. Try and find the light; even in the stars.