I'd rather leave you with something to roll around your tounge, to taste, than to leave you high & dry. The bitter tang of ill advice still so fresh in your mouth, and clear in your eyes. Apathy, something that's lost on your head, in need of a slap in the face, you're faced, with your decisions turned three-fold. Maybe all we need is sleep, I'll bet he whispered, and you layed down first. But, the day-break will have the last word...
hmmmm i like it. god, im sort of running out of words when it comes to your poetry, because you know i love it all.... but ...i really like this one...... the vibe i get from it... i feel like i can relate
