Bitter stare gone through the dazed glass his car, Drunken breath fastened to her lips A long way home felt like a misplaced kiss Resting on the liquored taste of the one Who supposedly brought her bliss On a quest through the shut down city Sunday morning chasing the liquor out of her body Begging for a quilt her psyche was unable to hold Along the lines the paper had failed to mold. Sitting on a parking floor, awaiting a ride that would never show As her temper befell tender, Furiously rhyming out of drunken hurting She ran away from him… vomiting stomach lining Fending the affection she found… in the warmth of her bitter coffee The night slowly faded away When her loved ones, turned gray Thus like every night, she dragged herself In a fetal position cornered through her sheets Murmuring to herself… that it’ll all be ok Ever since tomorrow will be another day…
