Sunday, July 10, 2022

I’d rather be high

Nothing lasts 

savor the taste 

the tip of your tongue 

dulls overtime

but I can be selfish 

I search for forever 

the limbo that does not exist 

I am sulking like a child 

Sticky hands on the window

wearing your boots

waiting for you 

to come home 

silly girl 

he’s not lost……he’s high. 

Written Oct 30th 2021

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